So what am I supposed to do
I’m lyin’ here lookin’ out the window,
and the sky isn’t blue
there’s this dark cloud over my head,
my mind’s spinnin’, can’t get over the words ya said
thought I was dreamin’, but reality hit
so now I’m thinkin’, but that’s all I ever do
just can’t seem to get over the truth
I let you have the last laugh, nothin’ I could do
nobody knows my pain, as well as you
‘cause ya fucked up my head
thought cha could play me like a fool,
but the Clown is out and the Joker’s got his eyes on you
card so ace, slice you up, smile, ‘cause I just won the game
so step back and let me enjoy this feast, mothafucka
watch you suffer for 16 years, as I, both mentally and physically
endured all the shit you’ve put me through!
So if there’s a FUCK, it’s YOU
wish I could get away with murder,
‘cause death would come for you
but a piece of shit isn’t worth life behind bars
but instead of bars, four walls
is all I’ve ever known, stuck, with my demons
but I’ve made friends in this prison,
rose up from my pain, the many tears I’d shed,
the shadows in my head tellin’ me to spill your blood
and as for your funeral, I’d spit in your damn face
yeah, I’ve got a lot of hate buried deep, entwined in me
like the ivy that surrounds your name, the thorns,
releasing that chemical you love so much
yes sir, have another drink on me
hope you’re thinkin’ ‘bout all the lives you’ve wrecked
stolen, for they were children, innocence knows you not!
Sit back mothafucka, this is your last supper
may your god bury you — no, not six feet under!
rest on that of which you believe, ‘cause if there’s a god
through these nails in your wrists may you bleed
I’ll drink it ‘til the last drop, good like Maxwell House
so keep drippin’ for those you’ve touched
may peace be with us.
ha…whew…way to blow off some steam bradley…ha…really nice word play in this..particularly around the playing cards…and then again around the last supper…and you know i have to ask….do you feel better? smiles
Thank you ever so much Brian. I do feel a little better. 🙂
I was reading this like a song…then it became a full length rant ~ May peace be on both of you ~ Smiles ~
Um, Grace, I could never wish the one who molested me peace. Thank you for stopping by and reading.
Wooh, lot of venting going on here. By the looks, pent up for years. I read this as a rap, sort of Eminem style. Hope you find some peace.
16 years, Ginny. 16 miserable years. Thank you so much. ♥
Good word play and a lot of venting.Good job.
Thank you so much Ayala! ♥
Keep on venting Bradley – for as long as you need – but not for the rest of your life or your molester retains ultimate control – don’t give him that.
Hope you find peace too.
I will not allow him to hold me down. Thank you Anna. ♥
I read it three times so far. Knocked me over. Very powerful.
Thanks for reading Beth. Lovely of you to stop by. ♥