To my Dead Mother,
To my Dead Father,
It's your son here,
Not your good daughter
They say the Evil men do lives on.
What did you do dad?
Why was I born?
Am I really yours mum?
And not the Devil's spawn?
I am ****** up
A drug abusing reprobate
No Moral compass
The landscape of my mind is desolate
I enjoy getting in fights
I enjoy stealing
I dream of ******
I care not for human feelings
Do as thou wilt
I learned from the best
As above so below
Dad you piqued my interest
I am ****** up
Because you were
My streams of debauchery
Fed by your headwaters
I need attention
But you're dead
I need compassion
Your corpses stay rotted
So I'll keep being me
Keep being the best bad person I could possibly be
You had your chance to save me,
But ultimately Mum and Dad,
You made Me....Me
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 8:15 AM UTC
To my Dead Mother,
To my Dead Father,
It's your son here,
Not your good daughter
They say the Evil men do lives on.
What did you do dad?
Why was I born?
Am I really yours mum?
And not the Devil's spawn?
I am ****** up
A drug abusing reprobate
No Moral compass
The landscape of my mind is desolate
I enjoy getting in fights
I enjoy stealing
I dream of ******
I care not for human feelings
Do as thou wilt
I learned from the best
As above so below
Dad you piqued my interest
I am ****** up
Because you were
My streams of debauchery
Fed by your headwaters
I need attention
But you're dead
I need compassion
Your corpses stay rotted
So I'll keep being me
Keep being the best bad person I could possibly be
You had your chance to save me,
But ultimately Mum and Dad,
You made Me....Me
