Brici5

Daddy doesn't remember me. Daddy doesn't remember Mommy. Daddy doesn't remember his life. He's stuck In the year 1975, Back when he was fifteen. He still thinks his mom is alive. He still thinks he's going to get beaten For not being home. And he still doesn't Know himself. Daddy doesn't remember me. Daddy doesn't remember Mommy. Daddy doesn't remember my sisters. Daddy doesn't remember his life. He's stuck In his past. And suddenly He collapses. "Daddy," I cry Tears filling my eyes. "Wake up!" And after a while After he lies there, lifeless For over a half hour.. He wakes up. "What happened?" He asks. "Nothing Daddy." Daddy didn't r

I have seen evil. It surrounds us every day. Lingering in the eyes of the wealthy businessman. His gaze burrowing into your heart. To the recently widowed wife, talking to the darkness around her. What pain has been so crushing? So relentless? To corrupt the love in us all? We all have evil inside of us. Yet most choose to hide it. As if to turn your distressed face from the light. Tears running down your cheeks in the darkness. There are also tolerable alternatives. The burning cuts. The glistening pentagrams. The liquor running down your guardians walls. How has evil become a fact in life? As we all wait for it to come knocking at our door