Animosity's Child

Yes, yes Father…

I know you despise the

Knowledge that I am of

Your blood…

I knew that long before

I reached these pinnacled heights.

Weren't you the one

Who told me

To live my dreams?

Of course,

My dream was something

You found abominable.

I wanted to

Unearth the monstrous

Ways of the world,

And denounce them

For the cruelties

They truly are;

A far cry from the expectations

Of a mild-mannered business man.

I hated those chains of respect:

Both the physical

And the mental,

The brutality so like

That which you showed me

When I left school

For my music…

Nobody sees my arm being broken

With your tire iron,

And that's why I shy away

From my fans…

They don't need to see my crooked signature.

-shivers- This scared me a little when I wrote it, because I was in an analytical state of mind, which usually does not lead to a productive writing session. It managed to yesterday, though, and so here's another one for my collection.

Laters,

KD