my daddy said he loved me last year,
he greeted me at the terminal gate today,
my daddy held out his arm & critiqued my hair,
we arrived at his decaying castle
of a sort,
i opened my eyes for the first time,
to behold the ugly truth
of my daddy's demons,
they manifest in his sheets & in his cigarette box,
luckily Gods' debut roughly appeared for an evening,
but my daddy spit intoxicating insults,
his burning hands clasped my bony wrists,
making sure i couldn't be near My Friend,
as i laid in withered sheets,
my daddy kissed my sisters foreheads
& promised his love,
but leaving me his penetrating glare,
i believe his demons delighted in my tears,
for my daddy became my fear.