spoonfed with nightmares
tucked-in with sin
knowing He would come
the way it has always been
hearing the door creek
hiding under a dirty sheet
forcing me down beyond normal fear
Heavy with thick hands
"it will be alright my dear"
questions always unawnsered
bruises disqiuesed by lies
threats so i would never tell
a secret too deep to bleed
ruining any chance i had to live
never ok with what He did
She was a coward
Denying what was real
cutting away the memorys
some scars never heal
taller and darker now
when finally i could get out of that place
but the memory of blood is all i could taste
hiding behind commitment
a ring never worthy to wear
bringing in a life that should not have been lived
still promising  that I'd never be like Him
until those were my only thoughts
seeing my son in a whole new way
His bad habits that i may have caught
drowning my temptations in liquer
only making them worse
becoming the monster that had broken me
unable to resist
such pure young flesh
the same thirst that had corrupted Him
a saying much closer then i wanted it to be
the apple never falls too far from the tree