Father's Eyes -

I have my father’s eyes and my mother’s heartbeat

When the two collide, it feels a bit overwhelming

This isn’t what I imagined

This isnt what I planned for

There is no way to heal the pain of watching all you love decay

I keep a journal to flush out my thoughts but publishing may be a grave mistake

Tell me, does the anguish keep you entertained?

She wore a white lace dress with her hair in waves

Lips red like the demons that she prayed away

Sought solace, saw the bottle, quickly swept her face

She walked away

My father was a coward, my mother dangled from his precipice

The days I went to church, trusting the lord, I never noticed it

If I did the things he did, carried on inside that vein

Could I ever live it down?

That vision I can’t shake

Does a man reflect a bloodline?

Am I bound by that fate?

Am I designed to be a replica of an image that I hate?

Lace the words I write with urgency

My motivation with the same

May the liquid fill his veins with what she’d never dare to say

A wake;

a shame;

a page;

a stain

A frame without a picture;

some bruised and barren thing

Some fully made up face only existing in your sleep

A love you fucking wasted

You force the touch but it can’t breathe

Soil my blood, you’re not my father

(These eyes)

Soil my blood, you’re not my father

(These eyes)

Leave me behind;

leave me to suffer

(These eyes)

Leave me behind;

leave me forever

Pray all you want, I still have your eyes