Strings of Fate

This was written about my Dad when I got a little angry at him.

Nothing to Hide,
I wish you gone,
But you don't abide.
I want not to hear the sound of your voice,
But to live that is something of your choice.
Like the crimson red blood that flows though your veins,
You left us nothing but a stain.
Wondering through the abyss,
Like a memory you'll cease to exist.
I wish for the stilness to touch your heart,
Waiting for the silence to tear you apart.
My desire for you to be scortched with hate,
To seal your soul with the strings of fate.

Author's Note

Again, written long time ago.