Dear father,
Everything around us lures that inevitable fog.
All this pain soon will dissipate into hatred
Though you see me for what I am not,it's obvious
How hard I have tried to be the son you've envisioned.
Death just might be my last hope.
Ring my neck, hang me by that rope.
Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 4:31 AM UTC
Dear father,
Everything around us lures that inevitable fog.
All this pain soon will dissipate into hatred
Though you see me for what I am not,it's obvious
How hard I have tried to be the son you've envisioned.
Death just might be my last hope.
Ring my neck, hang me by that rope.
