When i lay you down to sleep
The cold of death will chill your body
Skin will slowly turn to stone
And all i know of you is gone
When years pass
Will i regret keeping you away
I never could forget how
Your face would transform
From father
To raving demon
Eyes empty
Frothing at the mouth
As you beat me
Beat me
Beat me into the ground
Brother and sisters will never understand
How heavy your hands
Truly were
I've made my choice.
Sweet dreams.
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 12:52 AM UTC
When i lay you down to sleep
The cold of death will chill your body
Skin will slowly turn to stone
And all i know of you is gone
When years pass
Will i regret keeping you away
I never could forget how
Your face would transform
From father
To raving demon
Eyes empty
Frothing at the mouth
As you beat me
Beat me
Beat me into the ground
Brother and sisters will never understand
How heavy your hands
Truly were
I've made my choice.
Sweet dreams.
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