• Can we drop it?

    Your infamous ways disgust me
    I run from your grip and you turn the disguise
    Upon me

    I am the daughter who you charred in the fire
    Of your eyes blazing wild with cocaine
    Upon me

    Your irregular outbursts of love surprise her
    As she runs into your grip and you turn the abuse
    Upon her

    She is the daughter, whose blood you spill
    Is of your own, as you throw your hands
    Upon her

    Can we just drop it?
    Can we lose these images?
    Where can we drop it?
    Upon me,
    Upon her,
    Upon you?
    twisted