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Deadbeat Daddy

Contributed by amber_vonhorror on Thursday, 24th July 2008 @ 09:26:13 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



its a little wonder his heart

still has the heart to beat

thumps hard to the sound of her voice

and barely pulses with her open handed slap

or one of her screaming attacks

where she tears him down

tells him he's useless

like he was told his whole life

- you'll never get anywhere

and he feels his insides begin to tear

And his head spins back to the memories of being 5 years old

being thumped so hard his insides went cold

and now he breaks out in a sweat

and his cheeks turn red

and he turns to face her

his arm outstretched.



and he lays on the bed

with his butcher knife, his best friend

- save yourself and die young

***** living, he never really was anyone

never a brother, never a son

and the only reason he had to breathe

hated him to death

so now he chokes at the thought of inhaling air

if only he hadnt opened his heart to share



***** off

***** you!

your useless. your scum. your a waste of human life.

and maybe tonight would be the night

he would stop being a waste of human life

so finally he snapped, the bolts in his had unhinged

screws flying in all directions

pulsating against his cracked skull



and he grabbed her by the hair

ripped arbitary little strands out

and pushed her down

her ribs began to crack

as he held her tight around her back

waste of life?

well i'll ***** make a new one tonight

and he finished

and she cried

- well now you know what its ***** like

to have every strand of life ripped from your insides

then he turned a knife to his spleen

and made sure this suicide was clean

and his final thought

was of his new son

and he felt a little said

'well my little baby,

i hope your a better person

then your ***** deadbeat dad'




Copyright © amber_vonhorror ... [ 2008-07-24 21:26:13]
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Re: Deadbeat Daddy (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 25th July 2008 @ 12:37:16 PM AEST
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This is going to be a really difficult poem for a lot of people to stomach, but I am sure it was therapeutic for you. It is a much healthier path towards getting your feelings out than many take.




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