I purchased a gun just to shoot my dad
I shot him in the heart
I shot him in the head
I shot him in the stomach
God knows
I shot him in the
Eyes
Then I blew the smoke off
the top of my gun
Stared down at him
Then I smiled
My eyes were still closed
As I sleep walked
away to my bed
Where I continued my sleep.
Now with death summoning him
he staggered right
in front my mom
Giving her the sympathetic look
"How will she survive
With the rest of the kids?"
My moma is a witch,
a seer,
She saw it
and intervened..
With some kind of
mystic enchantment.
My dad is alive
I have never known a deeply thoughtful provider as
loving, caring and dedicated
to his kids just like my dad.
Yet
I almost killed my dad
Aug 4, 2018
Aug 4, 2018 at 2:29 AM UTC
I purchased a gun just to shoot my dad
I shot him in the heart
I shot him in the head
I shot him in the stomach
God knows
I shot him in the
Eyes
Then I blew the smoke off
the top of my gun
Stared down at him
Then I smiled
My eyes were still closed
As I sleep walked
away to my bed
Where I continued my sleep.
Now with death summoning him
he staggered right
in front my mom
Giving her the sympathetic look
"How will she survive
With the rest of the kids?"
My moma is a witch,
a seer,
She saw it
and intervened..
With some kind of
mystic enchantment.
My dad is alive
I have never known a deeply thoughtful provider as
loving, caring and dedicated
to his kids just like my dad.
Yet
I almost killed my dad
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