But you do not care,

You couldn’t be bothered, nor the least bit concerned.

You didn’t even stay as I was forced beneath the dirt.

The dirt that you walk on and spit at with your tongue,

Just like you walked all over me and everyone in this family.

No, you may say you’re sorry and that you seek forgiveness.

But the things you have done — we will ALWAYS be restless.

Rid us of pain and of all of our sorrows,

Your hands are a venom that we cannot swallow.

Our throats close with the swelling of your problems.

My body still rests in that field of wheat,

Where you left me rotting — DEAD,

and my mother to weep.

You sit atop your throat, your crown heavy and bruising.

While your damn wife lays on the ground, unconscious and bleeding.

You’re a horrible man, and I hope that you know,

The things that you did, they were lower than low.

My mother and sister? No, they will never heal,

I, your only son, will always know how it feels.

How it feels to be nauseous and reeling with pain.

The pain that you brought, your heavy fists reign.

I will not forgive you, YOU WILL KNOW MY NAME.

My name is heavy and like an iron cage,

I will haunt you for the rest of your damn days.

You will never know happiness, not again in this lifetime.

I am no longer a boy, father — too gruesome is my crime.