Where are you Daddy?

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God is second

to this - my mind.

 

Darkness at core

teaching survival

 

My negativity was born here

soon replaced

 

Cynics call me cynical

in their wretched way

 

Hurtful heros; buried deep

my chest, my hole

 

I dreaded the day...

you hated my ways

 

But you saw none of what I am

what I've become

 

Is shaped by you, through you

by you, I am

 

Failing and falling and sinking

my hole, my trap

my cave.

 

Your dust

it taunts me

 

To be more

or less; the same.

 

My mind's eye shows you unblemished

but the bottle took care of that

 

In your last breath

you were as absent as I

 

Where are you Daddy?