Shards
By
Kris Cunningham

I feel the sharp pain of the blade's dull edge as I force it down deeper and deeper
I can taste the delcious blood that flows from my immortal wounds
I can see the shards of a life that once was slowly crack and fall
Didn't have to run
But I did to escape this life that I wish not to lead
All I wanted was a little love for what I gave
But I was denied that love
The love of a father who has no son
The love of a father who had a son, but lost him to betrayl
The hundreds of bedtime lies lull me to sleep now
And I think of how I stab myself in the back everytime I look at you
No one left to help pick up the shards of my broken life
And certianly no one to help dull the pain from the dull blade
This is what I had to do to get your attention, Dad?
This is what I have to do to show you how badly you've screwed me?
But still I cannot blame this on you
You did the best you could for me
But what is that when all you know is a rent-a-dad that comes and goes
Or when you tell your first born that he will be a star
How do you deal when he stabs you like you him
Like father, like son
Death flows in my veins
And your name is now on my arm
I hope you're happy now, Father