Father

I went to my third funeral of the year today. On average, I do 4-5 a year, so I'm getting to be a pro! The reason I tell you this is so you understand why I wrote this: some days it seems like I'm outliving everyone, and I'm only 24! Granted, the person today was in their 80's, but it's just so tough to watch everyone around you die, and not start to wonder "Why not me? Am I cursed to live?". It's a theme I tried exploring once, but I didn't quite have my writing honed to the point where I could explain how I felt, and I just hope I do now...

Father

Do you hear my screams anymore Father?
Are my cries loud enough for you yet?
How much longer do we play this masquerade?
When will you finally let me come home?
You bled yourself out for me to go on living.
What a sick, twisted love that must be.

Can you hear me tonight Father?
Your son is burning with the pain of life.
Where is the finish line, the final reward?
I can't carry your hammer any more!
Give me rest for once, peace for once
A throw-away soldier in a disposable war.

The promise of eternal happiness and bliss
Is cold comfort while we burn in hell
Souls torched and blackened to a crisp
Food for the living monster named man
So can you hear me now Father?
I can't keep going on.