[Disco Dragon]

Beneath the bandage
Blues blend with black
A deepened purple punctuates the knuckles in my back
A pure hallucination
Of an unclear haven
I told myself not to believe
What it is my wits perceive
I look to the container to distract

“You’ll never make an imprint in this life!”

My abusive messiah proclaimed me his burden
I have been given a judgment by default
He handed me a swing of his fist
And I took a swig of his bottle

The verdict for my abuse
I was denied to beg my plea
Everyone has an excuse
But I don’t need one to bleed

“Why do you want to breathe so badly?”

A haphazard photo book
Lain muddled in a child’s messy mind
So hazardous to my contentment
So happy we once were

“Shut your goddamn mouth!”

Apparently profanity is coupled with insanity
He has belief in his creed but has none left for me
I am his foul angel with no use for my wings
Hemorrhaging is leading me to believe that I am guaranteed
To be a nominee for the battering which I surely cannot impede
So please father, if you must, proceed…

“He’s flatlining!”

…But if it matters, I’ve decided
To re-gift what you’ve provided
I’ve taken this time to say adieu
And bestow this parting gift upon you

“Look dad, my first imprint…”