A place of Despair.
I remember and stare.
At in the photos.
I see of your house.
Like a bad dream.
So are my memories of you.
In the desert land.
A place of No Hope, and Nothing but Sand.
These are..
Vivid Memories.
I can recall.
Of how you still don't care a all.
About Her.
About Him.
About the Children.
Suffering thru what you made.
From what you do.
Vivid Memories.
Dying, but still there.
You can see why I would never care.
About such trash like you.
Cus all I've ever cared about.
Is them.
Vivid Memories.
Monsters of the Destruction they do.
That's why I ain't no fool.
To become their tool.
Of Hate and Destruction.
Vivid Memories.
Of you threatening me.
As you sit there drinking your alcohol and claim to be free.
You'll never be.
Free.
Vivid Memories.
Said you'd see my mother.
Never did.
Now she's dead.
Nothing of importance has been said.
By any one of you.
Vivid Memories.
Sitting there in your Drunken Rage.
You've lost respect and commitment at every stage.
For them.
Vivid Memories.
I know where you live.
Still remember the address.
Just as I remember the Demons you brought in your house.
You're a product of Evil.
Vivid Memories.
The Love I gave to them.
You threw in the trash.
Cus you are selfish.
And only think about what you want.
Not what they need.
But you'd rather drink the bottle.
Then give them Love.
Vivid Memories.
Which are now so clear.
So can finally see and hear.
The lies that have been coming out of your mouth.
Since the first time we met.
To the last.
Rage is all you are.
That's why I can see passed.
You.
And a heart you never had.
But I will be glad.
To see you go to rehab.
For them.
Cus you don't.
I know they probably won't.
Have a childhood.
Anymore...
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