He was a young kid tormented and hurt His father nearly pushed him to the end of the earth On his birthday December the 3rd, that day his dad was drunk, couldn't even remember the birth, And he wished he'd go on holidays and never return His whole body was cut up and served and burnt, Use to wake up shaking with an image of dads face, and how he use to use his body as an ash tray
No one suspected shit, always acting fake The kid was forced to smile put on a happy face, He use to try and keep his chin high, if he let an ounce of sadness out he'd see a fist fly Teachers asked about the bruising and he'd give lies, A kids mind with no reasoning to live life, A thin line between hate and depression if it wasn't with his fist he'd hit his face with a weapon
The thought of suicide he'd jump a lake in a second, Without him his mum wouldn't be safe and protected, He often thought of standing up and fighting back, was to scared he knew he'd cop another strike and bash,
Except for one day he came home from school, He was about to leave for a mates home for pool, He heard screams from upstairs in the bed rooms, mum was yelling but it sounded like sex too, He was raping her, cold blooded and fearless nobody was near it and nobody could hear it And why did they deserve this punishment for, then he snapped he couldn't give a fuck anymore, Then he ran to the room possessed by a demon, saw her throat seething and her nose bleeding for no reason
She hobbled down stairs broken her leg, poured his gin all over his wife an emotional wreck, And the kid stood in the doorway eyes darkened and black, the father was smashed, laughing as he starts to attack, He ducked the first swing, it didn't connect, out of nowhere the dad grabbed the kid at the neck, Squeezing his life away stared in to his eyes it rained, he didn't show it hurt he managed to hide the pain, He sat squeezing and screaming and crying but the kid let him do it and squeeze it in silence, If he kept going it he would dead him for sure, then his grip let loose he flop next to the floor, And the mum stabbed him in the back with a kitchen knife ripped inside screaming in pain ready to give her life, He saw his mother on the tiles of tears, it was the first time he saw his mother smile in yearsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
