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Rated: GC · Poetry · Dark · #1529551
A tribute to a dreary relationship between father/daughter in the flavor of Sylvia Platth
Daddy of Mine Until the End of My Life

Even when I try to sense reality
I also have a sense of insanity
I don’t know how to recognize the day
Without some aberration in my brain.

I can’t stand being straight
with no drug or liquid to change my state.
Yet here I am unhappy yet quite tanked.

Why is everyone else’s reality
Such an unreal nightmare for me?

I don’t know how not to dwell upon death
Though I want to take in every single breath.
My body fights back when I hold my breath.
It’s not that easy to carry out my own death.

No matter what my mind may want
The body struggles to continue on.
Just because my mind wants to leave
It’s not the same for the rest of me

My body rules me it will not free me
I obey its requests commonly
I am a slave to it, it rules me
I need to escape from this torture and be free

Daddy, daddy do you recognize me?
Of course not, you constantly mold me.
Daddy thank you for all your gifts
Too bad they were the cause of my death

You are the death of me
You haunt me still in my sleep

Love me as a lover would, Escargot, the finest wines
Under the table you lovingly stroke my thigh

Daddy you are not my lover
You are cruel and powerful, isn’t that what you taught?
I’m the best student, let’s not get caught
I’ll love you daddy at all costs
You killed me though.          I paid your price.

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