Dearest father dearest
The taste of you
It was poisonous
Alcohol empowered
With a finger softly
Laid upon my lips
A whispered;
'It's all okay'
I can feel the,
Tighten of your grip
As I look at you
Now with widely opened
Innocent eyes; no more.
I can see into the abyss of yours
No man but a devil is there
And as your grip only tightens
I close my eyes ever so slowly...
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