The fruits of what you planted here are rotting in my mind And every day I lock the doors and leave it all behind I'm looking for a fire that will **** the rancid fume But as for now I'll rectify in ink and through a plume Injustice reigns in all you do, oh planter of these seeds I've felt you water parts of me with hotly boiled deeds You've burned me more than I can say or memory can claim And how I can be of your flesh should drive me half insane Instead I balance what I know with what I've seen you do Let clarity prepare a way to purge what's left of you I'm almost there, I sense it now, the last I'll use this key For I have found the other room you tried to hide from me So take your place inside yourself and I will walk away And harbor neither hatred nor the curses you could lay I'm breathing now, I've filled my lungs with freshly seasoned air I'm entering with both feet in, a newly painted lair
From the perspective of a boy writing to his father.