The father is an abuser,
The mother is a user,
The child is forgotten…
The father is an abuser.
The father beats his way to happiness.
The souls he crushed are just an inch,
Compared to the miles of lust.
Manipulation made from fear
He embeds in the woman’s ear,
As he says he loves her to death.
The mother is a user.
The mother beats herself to happiness,
Her husband abuses her health,
But no more than she abuses it herself.
****** destroyed the once heroine,
Detoxified once,
But it’s there again.
Forever will the drug be her medicine.
Oct 2, 2010
Oct 2, 2010 at 12:05 AM UTC
The father is an abuser,
The mother is a user,
The child is forgotten…
The father is an abuser.
The father beats his way to happiness.
The souls he crushed are just an inch,
Compared to the miles of lust.
Manipulation made from fear
He embeds in the woman’s ear,
As he says he loves her to death.
The mother is a user.
The mother beats herself to happiness,
Her husband abuses her health,
But no more than she abuses it herself.
****** destroyed the once heroine,
Detoxified once,
But it’s there again.
Forever will the drug be her medicine.
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