twitching offspring
how you mirror my past.
seething with disdain
put your head through a window pane.
drink until the demons have
all the room in the world
to destroy all whom love you
and all who dont.
you bleed like a soldier of the street
killing time, and etching your anger
on factory walls.
Shave your head,
it sends out vibes of hate and strengh
glass the man who writes of love,
love can only be gained
by power and fear.
never have I been so proud as now
seeing you cut and bruised
upon the sofa,
oh twitching offspring
you will become a better me
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