Aim for the Head
I dreamt I was born in the back of the limo my parents were taking to the prom
Even though I was just a newborn I remember the bloody suit of my dad
and the bloody mess that was my mom
Then they had to get married against their will
for I was to blame for this ceremony held on the lonely hill
But my mom took off before walking down the isle
my dad was in tears and I in denial
Fast forward to my third birthday where my dad and I went to the zoo
I thought everything was going to be okay between me and you
We were staring at the male lions killing their young
My dad said he'd be right back and left his only son
After crying and yelling and kicking and screaming
my dad never returned and I was grieving
Eventually I got adopted by a couple of newlyweds who couldn't start a family
but the damage was done no matter how much they loved me
God hated me, and I would show the careless boy and the whore of a girl
what kind of bloody mess they brought into this world
I found my adopted father’s gun and went through the phonebook
and not used to my luck, I found their addresses and fled with the gun I took
I stood in front of my dad as a small little boy
screaming at him for the small little boy he destroyed
I took out the gun and aimed for his head
because I was smart enough to know that his heart was already dead
I pulled the trigger and fell to the floor
I sat there in a pool of blood and splinters from the door
I fled from the house and headed to my mom’s place
just to discover her at the dinner table with three extra plates
She started her own family and looked unnaturally happy
unlike the few months she spent nursing me
And the kids looked just like me and the father looked like a good man
So how could I take from the children what I never had?
So I took out the gun and aimed for my head
because I was smart enough to know that my heart was already dead
I pulled the trigger and fell to the floor
my mom rushed outside and started crying like the day I was born
The horror and terror I could have sown
would be nothing compared to the sorrow that I've known
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