| Father Father, I wish you were dead. My hunger for your head needs to be fed. I want to have some peace in my life, To stab you in the throat and twist the knife The same way you stabbed me in the back. Playing the role of father was just an act. Perfecting the art of neglect has always been a fact. Whenever I came knocking, you shouted that you were not home. Only in your time of need would you open the door. You sent me on my way when you did not need me anymore. My father, your son; it is all biology. It is easy to see that you could not care less about me. I would love to put you out of my misery, To never have to think about you again. I forsee no change from how you have been. I look forward to the day when You will get what you deserve, and it will crush your heart. Your life will be completely ripped apart. With nowhere else to go, you will meet your end. My pain and suffering will cease, and life without you will truly begin. |