Come back father grand. I do miss you so much. For young age was blind and I could never touch The black that lay beneath the skin/ but these eyes (They do miss you so much) And no light was shed. You remained silent still, While suffocated cells wept. I never believed until yesterday that one could be so brave/ but these eyes They do miss you so much. Awoken from dreams/ this boy found tears in sweet, empty, and silent rooms. Hiding from death beneath the sheet, Where you, father grand, forgot to hide/ but these eyes They do miss you so much. Your sorely missed soul erupts here where the thoughts of Silence/ the corrupted body/ soaked in familial love. I was such young innocent water/ but these eyes (They do miss you so much.)
Reason for writing:
for the simple raeson of writing.
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