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. |