Run Through My Head

As you run through my head
My lips are used as a weapon
A shiver runs down my spine
You are wicked I see

Coming on I feel something huge
Smile at me you will
Silently I lay there
By an impact of you

As you caress me
In the water I sink
Poisoned by blood
With the game you are playing

My gun is lifted
As I walk away
The darkness I spread
What can I say?

There are many scars
As my body fades
My blood runs through
My grave

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Family Violence

I was raised with a violence father. It happened almost every day. My mother tried to stop it but could not. He would get drunk and come home to beat one of us or both. He was very mean. The police would not do anything to him. He got away with everything he did. No matter how bad it was. I would often think I would never make it. His temper was always in his way. He would start fights with everyone. No one was safe around him. He put holes in the walls. Put needles in my arms when I was only two or three to see me cry. Never said a kind word to me or my mother. Unless he was not drinking. Which was hardly ever. He was in the Army when I was born. When he got back. He made it clear he did not want me or love me. When I was three he made me ride a bull. I am lucky I did not get killed. My mother was so scared. Then my mother had my sister and she was sick. She died in my arms w...

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