Sins of the Father

Flicking through the pages,
Cryptic puzzled shit,
I can’t remember who that boy was,
Acting like a dick…
Being sick,
Stabbing that prick,
Police assaults with youthful wit,
Drowned in beer,
It’s never clear,
Hanging in the cupboard…
…getting near…
Slit wrists,
In anger fits,
Nasal hits,
And teeth grits,
Bleeding nose,
Have I done enough,
Time for sleep,
For the morning rush…

…Seems to me I’m the devils crush…

Flicking through the pages,
I’m glad that chapters done,
I just hope that sins of father,
Are not passed unto his son…

Sins of the Father

WolfSoul

Joined July 2010

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