Father 作者：雪泥 时间：2006-3-13 周一, 下午8:21 Father By M.R. My life is over at eighteen Even before it began You ripped off my liberty You steal my right to freedom Not once but everyday To the world you appear to be noble A man who loves his wife, son and daughter But my lips ache to scream out The reality to this world and beyond You are a selfish person Who does not care for us Who pretends to be God fearing But worships the Devil within They say a child chooses its parents When cradled in the arms of the Lord I curse the moment and all present When I chose you to be my father In an image of the Lord You are a masked monster not my dad He was my favourite guy on the planet Who loved me to bits and pieces He would cry if I did And fulfill every little wish I made I was his and mom's little miracle Who proved every top gynaecologist wrong And pushed my way into this world Blessing you to be called my Papa Thirty years later today Every inch of me regrets the sacrifice Of leaving the Lord and His angels For a venomous serpent like you I don't know who you are Who gave you the right to live with us To sleep on the bed beside mom And touch her where I once lived In embryonic fluid my angelic feet danced My heart screams every day To run away from here When I hear your voice in the house I feel like burying you live underground With a zillion needles piercing your body I want to press my ears upon the mud And hear your breath getting shorter Then triumphantly I want to dance upon you While you plead to let you out Gasping for air underneath Oh how I want you to suffer To cry for my mercy and beg for life I want you to die in agony and hopelessness Just like I die every day As the sun rises in azure blue skies I live in my dreams and on paper In a tiny square room behind a wooden door I love this door that symbolically Protects me from your evil eye Miles away from my sweetheart All I can do is pray to God For a new beginning Far away from even your slimy shadow Cuddled in the embrace of my sweetheart Safe in his arms and happy to be free While you with work can continue to rot In your business empire with all your pentacles I hate to eat the food Which comes from your money It makes me obese And plagued with toxins You don’t care to fix small repairs in our home Or to replace the broken mirrors The last thing you brought me were expired chocolates Rejected by a five star hotel Eating them I suffered food poisoning I almost died but you don’t care You are a beer belly villain Who makes me wish I was dead After all you are still my Father 来源：http://www.australianwinner.com/AuWinner/viewtopic.php?t=9342 |