THE SINS OF THE SON

Can’t sleep away these feelings
When the only thing I see
Blood draining from stain ceilings
Faces, faces, faces
A familiar nightmare yet
Cases, cases, cases
Wish tomorrow’s trouble kept
I don’t know if the walls can answer me
But the familiar cricket moans
Allowing coldness envelope me
the only voice I hear, the father’s tone
Speaking silent nightmare
In the beloved son’s face
This is one thing I care
Leaving me empty in this lonely place

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