Enoch

 
I asked her what she wanted to be
She whispered..."Alive"



I stood before my father
Blood drenched hands
As the ground swallowed the body
Of a friend that I've outgrown

"Like father like son" I said
But I never wanted this
Being dead,
Just seemed so much easier
I poured the puppy dog tears on my mother
Teased her endlessly in my mind
What a manipulative fiend I've become...

Running from my own hatred
Until it turned into laughter
What good has that gotten me?

I lust for blood and chaos ever after
But I'm so sick of the pretending
The placebo rain that my eyes spill
But my father was a murderer still
And God protected him
Doesn't that give me the power of fame?
Or have I become the monster now Cain?