01-29-2013, 03:17 PM
As a child I dreamt about slapping and hurting mum
the way dad never could, being more of a gentleman
than he or I would admit. The sluts and junkies
she mixed with made me hate women,
and when she'd lose her mind I'd wish her dead.
The Minotaur which sought Theseus had a cunt, I was sure.
My anger changed course growing up;
men were the enemy now, and I dreamt about hurting dad,
destroying his id with the legs of a chair.
The universe was dark, brightened only by rage
which tore through life like sentient fire,
cleansing and killing at once.
the way dad never could, being more of a gentleman
than he or I would admit. The sluts and junkies
she mixed with made me hate women,
and when she'd lose her mind I'd wish her dead.
The Minotaur which sought Theseus had a cunt, I was sure.
My anger changed course growing up;
men were the enemy now, and I dreamt about hurting dad,
destroying his id with the legs of a chair.
The universe was dark, brightened only by rage
which tore through life like sentient fire,
cleansing and killing at once.
"We believe that we invent symbols. The truth is that they invent us; we are their creatures, shaped by their hard, defining edges." - Gene Wolfe