Empty Lakes

Daddy

From the womb of Satan born.

A man so pure seen from the naked eye,

morphs into what his heritage claims:

A cruel, cold vicious man.

Replacing his child for a bottle of whiskey that he currently clutches.

His life line.

A single drop holds his relief, his escape.

What strings attach him to this world are cut; all earthly bindings are untied.

Freedom given, purpose taken.

What man relishes in the honour of dominance, whilst mistreating his God given talents?

None.

No man would take a single hideous thought, nurse it until it is ripe, before casting such actions.

No man.

No man nor father should dare ponder such thoughts.

And yet it happened.

Which leads one to believe this being, this vile abomination, is no man.

But a coward.

A coward that has a soul that has no place in his over grow, wretched body.

A coward with a meaningless soul, no purpose, and awful thoughts.

One that I do not care for.