Post by Don J. Ott on Apr 18, 2006 7:51:59 GMT -5
The Creation
By Donnie Ott (c) 2005
I watch you two fighting every day , it tears me apart when you say what you say.
I can’t stand the pain you two have caused me, I think it’s all my fault when you’re arguing.
Every fight and every fowl word makes me insecure, it makes me unsure.
It’s like you open me up and you rewrite my mind. you’re fucking me up I feel violent some times.
Children like me learn what we see some times the effects are a little extreme.
Why do you hit mom? It makes me feel sad, I guess that’s what it takes to be a good dad.
I remember the day I reached my ropes end, that’s when I met my invisible friend
He understands me and all the pain that I feel, he tells me he loves me then tells me to kill.
There is this fire within me that won’t go out it leaves all these feelings of fear and doubt..
My friend speaks to me in the midst of my pain, he tells me that blood will extinguish the flame.
3 dogs and a cat were just a little too small, the flame died down but not for long.
You have to think bigger says the voice in my head, next thing you know my parents were dead.
After that the pain subsided but the rush from it all got me excited! Do it again he said in my head.
Next thing you know my sister was dead. Keep on going it isn’t enough… you have to show them that were really tough!
Five years has gone by and all I can do is cry cause every time I turn around Somebody else has to die.
It’s like my knife is my bible, a tool for survival. Blood and guts subdue me, sending calmness right through me. If I tell you I love you He says you must die, he says “ it’s them or I!” There can be only one true love in your life either the one with a face or the one with the knife. I can’t say your name, though I’m your biggest fan, I know you’re sane but they call you the Mad Man!
Go ahead and take over, as it seems it’s no longer me, I can’t go any lower, I give control to thee…
By Donnie Ott (c) 2005
I watch you two fighting every day , it tears me apart when you say what you say.
I can’t stand the pain you two have caused me, I think it’s all my fault when you’re arguing.
Every fight and every fowl word makes me insecure, it makes me unsure.
It’s like you open me up and you rewrite my mind. you’re fucking me up I feel violent some times.
Children like me learn what we see some times the effects are a little extreme.
Why do you hit mom? It makes me feel sad, I guess that’s what it takes to be a good dad.
I remember the day I reached my ropes end, that’s when I met my invisible friend
He understands me and all the pain that I feel, he tells me he loves me then tells me to kill.
There is this fire within me that won’t go out it leaves all these feelings of fear and doubt..
My friend speaks to me in the midst of my pain, he tells me that blood will extinguish the flame.
3 dogs and a cat were just a little too small, the flame died down but not for long.
You have to think bigger says the voice in my head, next thing you know my parents were dead.
After that the pain subsided but the rush from it all got me excited! Do it again he said in my head.
Next thing you know my sister was dead. Keep on going it isn’t enough… you have to show them that were really tough!
Five years has gone by and all I can do is cry cause every time I turn around Somebody else has to die.
It’s like my knife is my bible, a tool for survival. Blood and guts subdue me, sending calmness right through me. If I tell you I love you He says you must die, he says “ it’s them or I!” There can be only one true love in your life either the one with a face or the one with the knife. I can’t say your name, though I’m your biggest fan, I know you’re sane but they call you the Mad Man!
Go ahead and take over, as it seems it’s no longer me, I can’t go any lower, I give control to thee…
