once again we broke the gate
clad iron bars strewn across my arms
they poke and **** and tear the skin
a misconstrued broken heart

slip across philosophy and slide across water
I drowned in hatred and took notice of my father
he holds figurines of bloodshot eyes and a cremated holist

he believes there is more to everything
with every shout there is a purpose
with every hit there is a purpose
with every display of humiliation shows a twisted purpose

18 years of shame
parents can be cruel

as they should.