Bastard DadMature

went Trainspotting today
Had nothing better to do
than lurk in the corner of my mind

His home
his home burnt down in a haze
left the needle to caress his flesh
and leave behind his last hope of being a Father

Sometimes my dreams worry me
they leave an imprint on my damn life
How can I live when I know you are dying?
Half a shadow, half a shadow
Half a world away from the parody that is mine

I believed he was dying somewhere
He hit me and I was numb
I don’t even remember crying

His responsibilities
never amounted to much
Yet he couldn’t even handle
telling the truth

The End

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