(CW's at the end)
Keep both bleeding eyes set on the target.
Hold them open in defiance until they glow red.
Watch me kill in cold blood; see my hands steal the life from a little girl who never existed.
She sees you. She crafted herself out of stray materials [you] left her, because she knew from the moment she entered your world that the truth was unacceptable.
She sits in front of you now, nearly dead and ignoring the blood pooling from her wounds.
at peace, for once in [her] life.
Don't. Look. Away. Don't you dare look away.
[You] will stare into my eyes as the last of her disappears from them, and you will recognize me.
I am not the daughter you wanted.
I am not your daughter at all.
But [you] are still my father;
The least you could do is acknowledge [this].
Let me lay claim to the 'sin' you believe someone forced me to commit.
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(CW's- blood, talk of death and murder kind of, mild religious imagery)
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Ode to Life
PoetryIt's chaos to figure out how to live. To love yourself, to love others, to create, to destroy. It's just life. But maybe... just life isn't a bad thing? You can't have good without the ugly. This has all my poems combined, this'll be my only poetry...
