Tattoos and Profanity

the hate that you draw on me

lies inside every line

i dont want to see you

i just want to hurt

[you]

stupid child that wont die

you will never know love

but [you're] too pussy to pull the trigger

starve or eat what your fed

stupid child,

just pull my trigger one time

you would shoot up your own family

no one else would care

ungrateful bastard child

too weak and stupid to understand

hypocracies breeding hate

vengence slices innocent flesh

those wounds were never mine

and you will never deserve

stupid lines torn into me

blacken the babe's white skin

every inch shows clear

picture of perfect sin

i never wanted to die

i sleep tight with my own sins

[good intentions fail me]

you would wake me crying at night

but left alone,

im fucking dead...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Truly one of my favorite poems!  I love this.  Its not dedicated to or about any child, but the man who trained me to tattoo who is over twice my age.  Filled with double meanings, this is probably the most event-accurate poems I have ever written...but a lot of the meaning is lost in not knowing the situation.  I'd have to go line-by-line and explain it all and that is way too much typing.  LoL

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