Father

My father always

told me to grow up,

Now he lays in bed

and I rock,

so who's fucked.

Did your father hit you

when you're young,

Did he had a gun.

How was your birth,

Do you like this world.

Are you ready

to die,

Shoot me,

And make me fly.

Im feeling down,

The tree's aren't brown

anymore.

You spilled water on

the new carped floor,

My god we're poor.

I don't know what to

do anymore.


My father never saw
me as his son,
I was an object,
Nothing more than a gun.

The oldest 
memory I got,

Is the one I forgot.