You do not do, you do not do
Any more, black shoe
In which I have lived like a foot
For thirty years, poor and white,
Barely daring to breathe or Achoo.

Daddy, I have had to kill you.
You died before I had time---

(...)

If I've killed one man, I've killed two---
The vampire who said he was you
And drank my blood for a year,
Seven years, if you want to know.
Daddy, you can lie back now.

There's a stake in your fat black heart
And the villagers never liked you.
They are dancing and stamping on you.
They always knew it was you.
Daddy, daddy, you bastard, I'm through.
S.P.
Unknown "crystal storm" Gloomy - 16 years, 22 days ago

heard from the tv
of the latest bombing
the girls were dancing
she was coming of age
shells fired out
flowers mowed down
innocence targeted
whose god is this?
wish that she had one more day
there at the seaside
5th of december
we chased the tide
as her treasures
were gathered
i had to laugh
as she gave sand a bath
jangle jangle
jingle jangle
jangle and circle again
jangle jangle
jingle jangle
jangle and circle again
jangle jangle
jingle jangle
jangle and circle again
jangle jangle
jingle jangle
jangle and circle and end
she was coming of age
T.A.
Unknown "crystal storm" Gloomy - 16 years, 22 days ago