I.

Comfort me in the time of hour

At a time of utter loss

That I see thy face as a partial flower

 

Pure and mighty were thy words

In a storm they have caressed me

Now triumph over me in a world unheard

 

The place in which you now reside

Somewhere I can not imagine

Can never replace the place in which you took when you were alive

 

O take me now I plead on your bed

The bed of which you are now Queen

But in that instant, I felt fury instead

 

For the sake of the innocent of which

To spare all thoughts of feelings I can not say

Like a Frankenstein, I must now stitch

II.

You, who mighty like a stream

Powerful and yet sometimes passed by

Now reside only within my dream

 

I can not shake the idea of blood shed

For even those who do not consider who you are

And think far forward for when I lay my own head

 

Down into an eternal peaceful sleep

Goodbye to those who once caused me sorrow

All hopes that my sufferings you will keep

 

In a day or two perhaps you will shed

Not a tear but some skin of your former self

As the feelings of deception sink you down like lead

 

A day where unlike all the others

A day is both blessed and cursed

You cry out for your own, dear mother

III.

In a stance, in a room

Where you lay all alone

Constantly seething at the thought of thy doom

 

In which justice takes all

For you, who know little of it

And turns your face to the almighty wall

 

Of God, a God who unlike yours

Is all in all an idea you have lost

Will one day see you for how you have lured

 

The idea of lust and lot in your life

Your children exist no more

And instead this selfishness that you now strife

 

And even now you take her as your wife

The pig of which you fail to acknowledge corrupted you

And taken you by the horns with a needle and a knife

IV.

The vein in your arms are solemnly seen

The raw etched leather tears

Your veins have now turned into streams

 

Of drugs in which you can not deny

You are hooked I see it

You have lost all sense in your eye

 

The visual sense which you use so clearly

You see it and yet, still say nothing

To long to be by your children- to even be near me

 

In that courthouse of which you longed to stray away from

It is cold, yes, but not as cold as you

Still you bargain and plead for your family to come

 

To stay by your side-

Oh what a lovely father!

When in all reality we could have always died

V.

I take it now that you are gone, and feel no need

How could you in years of time

To see how it was you that made us all bleed

 

Ah yes, the dark sensation of blood

The vein in your arms are solemnly seen

The raw etched leather tears

Your veins have now turned into streams

 

Of drugs in which you can not deny

You are hooked I see it

You have lost all sense in your eye

 

The visual sense which you use so clearly

You see it and yet, still say nothing

To long to be by your children- to even be near me

 

In that courthouse of which you longed to stray away from

It is cold, yes, but not as cold as you

Still you bargain and plead for your family to come

 

To stay by your side-

Oh what a lovely father!

When in all reality we could have always died

VI.

I take it now that you are gone, and feel no need

How could you in years of time

To see how it was you that made us all bleed

 

Ah yes, the dark sensation of blood

You a vampire but not even Dracula could care for you

It all took over like the rush of the flood

 

And still you laugh, you sing, you smile

And how awful that smile really is

And beg and plead that you need to escape for a while

 

But it was not you who threw us about the walls

No-in court- you are almighty

And tore us down with your never ending calls

 

To take the lives of those in need

Your own family, the blood of which you share

And for that, to you, I no longer take heed.