Your Son, My Father

Please, please I need Silence.
To organize my thoughts and make sense
Of these feelings that have no rhym or reason.
A constant enigma through every season.
I need you to stop,
Because my patience is running over the top.
I am blind,
Blind with a rage that is so unkind.
Burning through my mind,
Melting an ethereal bind,
Breaking through as a rock against glass.
Tinkling, breaking, twinkling with a light that does surpass
All others, in time or space.
I can't stand antoher look at your face.
Please, please I need the quiet,
Or you'll find out
The sadism and darkness
That I can wield and harness,
Without compunction or regret,
With such infamy and horror you will never forget.





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Sept. 21, 2010 at 3:06 pm
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