Killer.

An ode to my dad....enjoy.

A saw, a needle, a drill, a nail,

all things are painful, nothing is certain,

only thing I know is that you are the devil,

hidden behind the scarlet cloak.

With Jesus as your witness, and his word as a mask,

you sneak through my mind with lies as your task,

I dont know you,

behind this demons twisted mask.

 

As a child I saw you,

as I baby I held you,

I needed you,  I wanted you,

all I ever sought was love from you.

But all I got in return was an embrace from one arm,

as the other slapped your blood upon the face.

But now I can see you for the s**t you really are,

dont look at me,

dont call me your daughter,

I seek nothing from those blood-shot eyes.

You used me as a pillow,

a bag that you could punch,

to release all your anger,

and fuel your love.

 

What I wouldnt give,

To realease all this revenge.

To hold that gun to your head,

and watch the blood spill on my hands.

If only I could see,

If only I could smell,

I wish I could experience

all this beauty for myself.

 

Reviews

[Dionysus Cain]

the hate you have in this poem is understood by me. i like the emotion , it is always better when it is raw.

[funeralmoon]

my darling hannah... you move me with these words of hate im almost in tears... beautiful, bravo!!! well done.. and your father will get what he deserves one day he will.. but nice way to funnel your anger..
beautiful..just beautifull..

[H]

That's some harsh, thought provoking s**t. Amazing read.