This Ain't Hell… But It Ought To Be

Fear, I feel it like never before
And everyday there’s more and more
Through skin and heart, inside my head
Through waking life and in my bed
From friends of mine and bloody kin
And most of all the father’s sin
Why do I fear, why can’t you see
This ain’t Hell… but it ought to be

Rage, consumes my festering soul
A monster is born, the world won’t hold
Abandoned the moment I breathed in a life
Left in the cold no warmth of light
Pain and torture, blood for pleasure
Rape and death I want to treasure
Who made me, don’t you see
This ain’t Hell… but it ought to be

Pain, the words won’t ever cease
Communication won’t bring me peace
I fear the phone, I fear your voice
To endure the pain I have no choice
You hit and choke, my blood the score
And I cower here upon the floor
My misery, it’s you and me
This ain’t Hell… but it ought to be

There once was a boy who feared the sun
He was your friend, a brother, or son
The fear you gave, that life today
Dare you wonder he doesn’t play
With hands and words, pain and threats
Nothing is his, the world has left
Or never there for him to see
This ain’t Hell… but it ought to be

You gave him rage with pain and lies
The fire burns within his eyes
And he gives in to hurt another
Family, friends, virgins, others
Ideas of blood, sex, and death
Take them all till there’s no one left
The blood he wants to fill the sea
This ain’t Hell… but it ought to be

Give him flesh so tender and mild
The blood that flows you make him smile
You scream and yell, curse and lie
He dreams the dream of those who die
Was it your hands, better still
In the end your words did kill
Better to die, no bended knee
This ain’t Hell… but it ought to be

This ain’t Hell but he fears it so
Why not Hell better to go
This ain’t Hell but rage is here
Why not Hell he doesn’t fear
This ain’t Hell but words do burn
Why not Hell with screams unlearn
This ain’t Hell but you don’t care
And he thinks I’m already there…

Copyright © 2010, Will A. Bradford Jr.