Father

Hollow black nothingness
An empty bleak swirl
The oposite of completeness
Is this darkened bad whirl.
Rain clouds mock me
As I continue to fall
Wanting to be free of misery
You are the route of it all...

You are not evil
If you wish to be
No morals nor a will
Is all of what I see
Your chaos and messy
In everything you do
You've sent me crazy
By trying to make me you!

Angry white emptiness
Oblivious to other life
Your mind is senseless
Never took up a knife
With intentions of suicide
Nor have you felt squalor
Not a single homicide
Interigates your honour.

You are not a saint
If you long to be
People do not faint
When you they see
Your not the antichrist
You are nothing great
Just a dickhead atheist
Who is afraid of fate...

Wooden expectations and
An erupted angry girl
People so fear her hand
Across the ages of the world
Her Father beat her down
Mocked, broke all her dreams
Since memory, this frown
Was the fused raging screams
That refused to empty
From the power she now holds
She basks in her insanity
As the history page folds.

Tell me why I am left
In these puddles of rain
I am victom to your theft
Relating only to rage or pain,
You bound me to this granite
Poisoned my very veins
Empowered by my fit
You are the only one who gains.

I do not wish for much
Or demand many things
I only ask for her touch
And all her love brings.
Your dissapearence from
My life or my sight
Away be you to Norterdom
Would make these things right
Or as so they can be
To be away from this violently
fucked-up man, to me
Would be the deffinition...
Of free...