"Crying the nights away"
sport, technology, knowledge, suppressed, fear
SPORT...
All my life I had to play a good sport when it came to my father...
Wish mom would have chose to abort he would go insane when he's bothered...
Unless of course there was cocaine and it came with a lager...
His temper raised as if he couldn't have been trained to get hotter...
Painfully somber is how my sister tried to play all his little games...
like when he'd sneak in her room at night & push up on her brittle frame...
her withered brain so still & strained along with her heart and emotion...
Mom would pretend not to care and was way too scared to start a commotion...
It was like we were hopelessly floating in the deepest part of the ocean...
and the shark was just poking his nose leaving marks on his targets he goes...
To the largest and darkest part of his soul so he tortures us...
contortin' trust with an assortment of hatred spews & naked views of course it was...
unbearable but my fort was just, in the back jus a mere hole that I dug...
Me and my sis would hide in it & it was her soul that I hugged...
So bold with the love I'd hold her so tight I could feel her crippling pain...
We both gripped in the rain crying from this despicable shame...
Cant believe we are both good sports in our fathers unwinnable game...
TECHNOLOGY/KNOWLEDGE...
We became older and could feel us gettin' closer to our caskets entry...
We realized with real cries every time we saw that his glass was empty...
I feel so damned it tempts me, to finally try and resolve this problem...
cus theres a revolving throbbin' in my head should I make a call & stop him?...
I decided to use the internet to intercept his rapes and beatings...
To find some intellect with some depth to make us believe in...
some hope for us he's choking us maybe we could take up a meeting...
With this doctor Jefferey Proctor which indicates a freeing...
of my mind & father and his evil condition of fast hate...
like don't hit in the face cus it would raise suspicion of class mates...
then I heard a glass break it shattered against the wall rite next to me....
he saw the screen went after me & abused my sister sexually...
Mentally that night I lay in my bed badly bruised and beaten...
physically it didnt matter but the echoes in her room from screaming...
shattered all my hopes & dreams of leaving, I can't cope by any means these demons...
Made me brave I must save my sister from this torture and this evil being!...
SUPPRESSED/FEAR...
The next few days I kept my feelings suppressed...
Feeling so stressed of what I'm bout to do in dealing with death...
keeping my neck slightly above water but I feel it deep in my chest...
releasing a breathe is not an option as I freely respect...
my only way to end this by releasing the beast of a secret he kept...
He kept it in the garage somewhere next to the lawn mower...
I know thats hes the king and like chess the pawns slower...
but I grew some broad shoulders and thick skin as I find the gun to end it...
I sneak back in the house and think its finally done I crept in...
slowly steppin up the stairs and when I hit the room I went in...
Pointed the gun and thought am I making a drastic mistake...
am I acting in hate or practically makin a statement thats just tragic & late...
I squeeze the trigger and just actually blasted the face...
of my little sister as I cant move just standing in place...
I manage to break the shock and realize she has nothing left to fear...
as I raise the gun once more & let the barrel gently caress my ear...
Now finally my night ends and for once It never left in tears...