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Sunday, March 25, 2012

Daddy of Mine; Author: sjHunt


Even when I try to sense reality

I also have a sense of insanity

I don’t know how to recognize the day

Without some aberration in my brain.



I can’t stand being straight

with no drug or liquid to change my state.

Yet here I am unhappy yet quite tanked.



Why is everyone else’s reality

Such an unreal nightmare for me?



I don’t know how not to dwell upon death

Though I want to hold that last single breath.

My body fights back with an unwelcomed gasp.

It’s not that easy to carry out my own death.



No matter what my mind may want

My body struggles to continue on.

Just because my mind wants to leave

It’s not the same for the rest of me



My body rules me. It will not free me

I obey its requests commonly

I am a slave to it, it rules me

I need to escape from this torture and be free



Daddy, daddy do you recognize me?

Of course not, you constantly mold me.

Daddy thank you for all your gifts

Too bad they were the cause of my death



You are the death of me

You haunt me still in my sleep



Love me as a lover would, Escargot, the finest wines

Under the table, you lovingly stroke my thigh



Daddy you are not my lover, this is what you want

You are cruel and powerful, isn’t that what you taught?

I’m the best student, let’s not get caught

I’ll love you daddy at all costs

You killed me though. I am the loss.
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  1. UnknownMarch 28, 2012 at 12:09 AM

    I like this video, I have a couple more I would like to put here

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