My dad (fiction based on a dream)

My dad, he is a very strong man

Not physically, but mentally he’s like a dam

His will power can hold any amount of water

Any kind of emotions he will slaughter

My dad, he is a very jolly person

He has his share of days that worsen

But he will never let go of his smile

Bringing the same to others all the while

My dad, I hate him for what he is

All his respect is lost with every word he says

In my childhood days he used to be my hero

But he destroyed that image to a zero

My dad, he beat my mom when I was young

And he had no control with his tongue

He has the explosive kind of anger

And that monster took it all out on her

My dad, I hate him for what he is

A liar and a cheat, that’s what he is

Bending the truth is what he knows the best

He cheats to hide that he is depressed

My dad, he killed himself the other day

He killed himself with slay

One bullet through his skull to end it all

There he lay alone in the middle of the hall

My dad, he killed himself the other day

I told him what I thought of him in every single way

Told him I had no respect for him

Stripped him of his integrity till he was all grim

My dad, I killed him the other day

My words made him my prey

Like bullets they poked a million holes

And ripped the body of its soul