|The Last Two Miles
Author: SomeRandomScribbles PM
Beneath a knife-lit ceiling, I watch the rest of my son.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Words: 116 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 05-09-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3020927
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Beneath a knife-lit ceiling I watch the rest of my son.
The family portrait face is peeling off
burned by the things I know he's done.
I tried to raise a human being,
but pills taught my boy wrong from right,
and since no-one else sees him as I do,
he waived his right to life.
I told him not to play with guns, but did he listen to me?
If he is me, then I am him; I am the monster he has been.
I've been locked up all these years for the things that he's done.
Now as they lead us to the end,
I die with my son.