Dear father

Dear feather, im sorry you're not proud, on second thought, fuck that, you molded me into what i am now.

An empty shell with to many memories to tell, one of how i fell, and many that didnt end nto well. 

You created me with pain and violence, stuck me in the back of the closet, where i found my friend in the darkness.

Grew up angry and upset, now let me tell you my story, that you'll hate.

Was always afraid of you, the son you once had, with no dad. 

Grew to observe your sorroundings, just so i wouldnt deserve your sorroundings. 

Fuck destiny, it never ment shit, i'll make my own road - respect it, fire is building and this neglected kid just got ressurected.

I feel this rage breaking inside, its time for you to run and hide, that kid you controlled, yeah, he died. 

I cant wait til i see your name on the stone, atleast then i dont have to listen to you whine about the telephone, and when you are sent down below, i can finally move on, knowing i wont die weak and alone