Empath In flames

(29.08.1985 / Australia)

[A KILLER IS BORN]


He’s body was numb,
Frozen by shock.
A child shouldn’t endure,
Such pain….

He could not understand.
And why should he?
For I have seen this look before,
The devil’s eye’s.
Fuelled with rage…
A shameful guilt.
This man is still he’s father…
But accident can happen.

Life can slip away….
The world can corrode around you.
For as long as you stand
This secret is kept…
A second chance,
For this drunken man?

Mommy is with the angel’s
& she is not angry with you.
But daddy…..
Daddy needs to fade away.

& this secret
This silent secret…
Will take control over you,
Unless you act now! ! !

brother, do not fear,
I won’t tell anyone….

SHHHHH!


~Empath~

Submitted: Saturday, February 16, 2008
Edited: Saturday, March 15, 2008

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