Death & Birth Of A Ghost

something that my father said to me that stuck with me since i came to be nothing ever, the man never said a word packed up his noose and left me hanging by the door lets talk about faith and how i can find it i’ll tell you about my father and how i never found him and how i’ve boarded up my past with apathetic nails and “broken glass” sometimes the good ones go and the bad ones leave but the only thing you’ve made is a memory out of me struggled and slipped through my fathers hands as he silently struggled with his vice again the death and birth of a ghost two different worlds of dirt sink to feel, suture scars to help me heal i’ve said goodbye to my past just taking after you i guess i’ll carry this cross carved from the family tree rings of resentment passed down to me made the realization i wasn’t born to see so i’ll fade into you as you can sink into me