In Loving Memory
Written By: XCIII
Woke up with my church clothes aside,
wife paints her face with a dose of life.
Smiling in the mirror, it's a stare so sick,
she purposely smears lipstick to show it.
Shutting my eyes, I pretend to love her,
for my children and the others.
Watching her stand, "walk to the closet,"
within her hand, hangs a dress so gothic.
I about lost it, couldn't control my action,
lifted a fist and took a stroll with passion.
I missed and hit the wall with full force,
couldn't see a dent or even a dull morph.
A falcon punch with no delivery?
This cunt should be on the floor shivering!
She doesn't even flinch, so I take a seat,
I gaze at my fist which begins to bleed.
"Lord, please forgive these decisions,
I was just a kid with greed in precision."
The ride to his memorial was a quiet course,
lives split down the tutorial of a silent force.
She thought of divorce, not for what's right,
we'll rot with the source of one moral night.
BECAUSE...
For the next couple of hours, we're a family,
without the trouble powered in loving memory.
Another drunk father,
another son slaughtered.