crimsoninferno
01-08-2009, 10:32 PM
This is a really old poem, but enjoy! :]
-crimsoninferno
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“Christmas Eve”
Written by: Blk Sapphire
"It's cold, mommy..."
"Yes I know, dear..."
"Mommy...?"
"Hmm...?"
"When is daddy comin' back...?"
"Mommy...?"
I stare at this hopeless relationship between mother and daughter,
In the shadows,
Dying.
There is nothing left for the mother to hold onto,
She has children to feed,
And this young one... so meager... asking when daddy's coming home for Christmas.
He's not bringing arm loads of presents,
Nor is he going to kiss mommy underneath the mistletoe at the Christmas party,
He's just going to stay in that forbidden bar...
Getting drenched in another woman's acid fluids,
And drinking all holy night long.
I'm staring at this hopeless family,
Knowing it has already crumbled...
Crashed and burned into its only distasteful demise.
I am only but a spectator spectating the common situation before me,
Every night the girl asks,
"When is daddy coming back...?"
No one knows.
I don't.
So don't dare ask...
Her mother, with no tears in her eyes, yet a knife in her grasp,
Continues to chop at those onions angrily.
She doesn't want a damn thing to do with that man,
Not a damn thing to do with that man she married.
Oh, how she would kill to see him behind bars, or to see his blood spilt.
Not by just anyone, but by her perhaps...
"I'm hungry mommy, I'm hungry"
"Shut up"
"...Mommy...?"
"SHUT UP!"
The mother doesn't want to hear such useless childish cries,
She can't take it,
Nor can I.
At the same time we're pleading for her to be silent!
We want our solitude... we don't want to be disturbed...
Yet that GIRL... she won't BE SILENT...
She just continues...
She is hungry, and we can't do anything...
We both have our own poverties...
Why doesn't she understand that...?
Why we were cursed with this useless child?
How did we get this burden of having a heart-crunching, desire burning husband,
And begging little girls tugging at our pant leg?
How?
I stare at this hopeless relationship between myself and my daughter,
In the shadows,
Knowing she's only talking to herself.
I've been dead for years now,
And she's all grown up.
I'm still in the shadows,
Remembering that cold Christmas Eve...
Dying...
Watch me lie there.
-crimsoninferno
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“Christmas Eve”
Written by: Blk Sapphire
"It's cold, mommy..."
"Yes I know, dear..."
"Mommy...?"
"Hmm...?"
"When is daddy comin' back...?"
"Mommy...?"
I stare at this hopeless relationship between mother and daughter,
In the shadows,
Dying.
There is nothing left for the mother to hold onto,
She has children to feed,
And this young one... so meager... asking when daddy's coming home for Christmas.
He's not bringing arm loads of presents,
Nor is he going to kiss mommy underneath the mistletoe at the Christmas party,
He's just going to stay in that forbidden bar...
Getting drenched in another woman's acid fluids,
And drinking all holy night long.
I'm staring at this hopeless family,
Knowing it has already crumbled...
Crashed and burned into its only distasteful demise.
I am only but a spectator spectating the common situation before me,
Every night the girl asks,
"When is daddy coming back...?"
No one knows.
I don't.
So don't dare ask...
Her mother, with no tears in her eyes, yet a knife in her grasp,
Continues to chop at those onions angrily.
She doesn't want a damn thing to do with that man,
Not a damn thing to do with that man she married.
Oh, how she would kill to see him behind bars, or to see his blood spilt.
Not by just anyone, but by her perhaps...
"I'm hungry mommy, I'm hungry"
"Shut up"
"...Mommy...?"
"SHUT UP!"
The mother doesn't want to hear such useless childish cries,
She can't take it,
Nor can I.
At the same time we're pleading for her to be silent!
We want our solitude... we don't want to be disturbed...
Yet that GIRL... she won't BE SILENT...
She just continues...
She is hungry, and we can't do anything...
We both have our own poverties...
Why doesn't she understand that...?
Why we were cursed with this useless child?
How did we get this burden of having a heart-crunching, desire burning husband,
And begging little girls tugging at our pant leg?
How?
I stare at this hopeless relationship between myself and my daughter,
In the shadows,
Knowing she's only talking to herself.
I've been dead for years now,
And she's all grown up.
I'm still in the shadows,
Remembering that cold Christmas Eve...
Dying...
Watch me lie there.