Mother, don't you see how dad
Paints my skin are you afraid
Of what he's become or you afraid of him?
Brother, don't you hear my muffle cries
And see how i limp my eyes thick with hatred
My bones split shaken I'll fall down like
leaf in any Second, Don't you see this is sin, my mind blind to the little flicker Of Hope that you would come and rescue me but; You didn't, friends, don't you see how featherless my Fragments of my soul is no longer there, it's a walking dead on this solid ground that's called earth, mother how shall I forgive you when I have The power to hate you so much, it would shatter these walls alone and father you monster don't See what you have done!, you are not a father But the devil himself, 'oh' mother look at you Weeping at my grave, and brother look at you fill with your guilt it eats you everyday, Mother your hands it's bloody with the monsters blood.
-ashes poetry
A/N Enjoy this little dark poem of mine.
