Daddy's Broken Boy

[Morbid Misery]

Daddy's Broken Boy.

I am lost to the haste of my dread,
swimming in the bleakness of my hate,
where once there was a smile
now lives nothing not even a frown
there is nothing
Were I alive I might feel
I might cry
I might shout
If I still remembered my hands
I might fight back
or grab a knife and spill my blood
If I had legs
I might run
or kick and bite
What was once happy
now is dead
lying broken, a pitiful display of regret
If I had tears
might he stop
or continue with his work
Now I lie here my thoughts raped
by a narcissist
scarred
damaged
torn in half
and soon dead

Written by MM