Wasted talent on polluted shores,
My world is grey, no other colours exist,
Boys turn to crime, girls to whores
Windows shattered by my bloody fist.
My child is not mine because he cries so much,
Take it like a man you cowardly fool.
His skin so cold to touch,
His tears but a tool.
The summer months pass with dark skies,
Rain falls everyday, the same,
The sun comes, hiding the lies,
The weather seems like an elaborate game.
Wasted life, every knows,
While the young rot in schools, time is wasted,
Love is made but my hatred grows,
Lover on the lip, pain tasted.
Junky lad writes poems for fun,
No wit or talent ever shown,
Success made by stealings won.
Scummy vermin lower the tone.
Daddys gone forever and more,
Daddy, a man so easily led,
He promised himself just one more score,
Now he’s pulling doors, his soul, dead.
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2008-06-17 @ 01:51