Faces hacked into my heart

Oh, Pater dear

I know you prized

the fear you saw

in little eyes.

 

Your dog I was,

My limbs you tied

My soul you flayed

I almost died.

 

My innocence gone

(you slaked your lust)

Your compassion proved to be

such a brittle crust.

 

And still your flame

lives in me

My self-hatred

your legacy.

 

Oh, mummy dear

you taught me not to cry

My grief now a torrent

but my heart bled dry.

For seventeen years

culpability:

You helped him out,

You chose not to see.

 

With motherly hands

you so tenderly

twisted my mind

Formed insanity.

 

And now I howl

personality forced apart

Your faces hacked

into my heart.

 
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Originally written 2006