My Moment 8 o'clock

The clock is ticking.
My time is running out.
Should I start shouting.
Or, be patient and let it smooth-en the route.
Falling from the stars opening the parachute of ours.
To land in the sea and scuba drive into the unseen under that glass surface beneath me.
To wash ashore undetected
To finally meet this life long objective.
Tossing it in your face.
Saying you step down from your rightful place.
And, still I stand in front of thee.
Proving I made it with out you helping me.
At that time I look around and say I'm better off without you anyway.
I'm glad I only have to see you once in a way.
Cause, seeing you twice will make me look like ice on a cold winter day.
I'm nice now.
But, how could you leave.
Leave, without knowing about me.
Not knowing of my very existence is pretty said.
Huh, Dad was mom that bad.
Did she drive you that insane to hide to cry away your pain.
Why did you even bother come in the states with her.
To just to get up and leave without a word.
But, enough said and heard.
I am saying good bye for good.
You should at least be at my funeral.
On second thought stay here and rot in this disease infested hood.
And, leave my moment of memories alone.
Cause, you have none to be shown or that are written in my memory of stone.
After, these sixteen years I've breathed and walked many streets.
So go back in you hunt
And, go back to your butt ugly chick and hunch her you know what. .
I've had enough.
Goodnight as I eat first dust.
At that moment I rest where no pain gets the best of me.
My burial place.