My Creator

My scars bleed sweetly,
Heartache escapes fleetingly.
I’ve burnt, I’ve raged;
Tears trickle down my cheeks.
The stench of whiskey still wreaks-
My Father, my Creator, my Nightmare.
My greatest disappointment in life.
Thank you for bearing the scars of my creation.


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