A Letter to the Wicked
my dearest,
your demons and twisted ways show more and more every day. they lash out at me, and try to eat away at my being. my hatered towards you grows everytime i close my eyes and see darkness smile at me. for years ive talked about putting on a mask to hide myself from this world and once i have finally destroyed my masks, i see where i've gotten them from. they're from you. you are the one that has taught me to put on a mask and pretend that life is grand. when the world looks at you they may see only a mask but i know what lies under it. a hidious face. a face lashed and bleeding. a face more hidious than one could ever imagine. you have not experienced my rage. my rage which ive hid from you under the shadow of silence. but with every sword that you spit out at me, rage comes closer and closer to the light. be very careful for what you wish for, my dear mother, for im coming to the point of no return. my blood boils when i think of every hateful, destructive word that has flowed from your lips. words that run like lava, destroying anything in its path. you know that you are loosing me. you know what exactly is going on. ive seen you try to mend things before, but your half hearted attempts only make me laugh. your mind is twisted. you act nothing more than a child begging for attention. every day i grow older you seem to grow younger. grow up, you stupid cunt. our relationship's fate must be decided. the grave has been dug. you, little devil, are the undertaker. you make the choice. but i swear to god himself, you better make the right one because there is no turning back. you cant get very far when you are six feet under now can you?
your loving son,
tim
your demons and twisted ways show more and more every day. they lash out at me, and try to eat away at my being. my hatered towards you grows everytime i close my eyes and see darkness smile at me. for years ive talked about putting on a mask to hide myself from this world and once i have finally destroyed my masks, i see where i've gotten them from. they're from you. you are the one that has taught me to put on a mask and pretend that life is grand. when the world looks at you they may see only a mask but i know what lies under it. a hidious face. a face lashed and bleeding. a face more hidious than one could ever imagine. you have not experienced my rage. my rage which ive hid from you under the shadow of silence. but with every sword that you spit out at me, rage comes closer and closer to the light. be very careful for what you wish for, my dear mother, for im coming to the point of no return. my blood boils when i think of every hateful, destructive word that has flowed from your lips. words that run like lava, destroying anything in its path. you know that you are loosing me. you know what exactly is going on. ive seen you try to mend things before, but your half hearted attempts only make me laugh. your mind is twisted. you act nothing more than a child begging for attention. every day i grow older you seem to grow younger. grow up, you stupid cunt. our relationship's fate must be decided. the grave has been dug. you, little devil, are the undertaker. you make the choice. but i swear to god himself, you better make the right one because there is no turning back. you cant get very far when you are six feet under now can you?
your loving son,
tim