Captivity No More
He look's at me as if im not his daughter, as if he's forgotten that im his blood.
This is normal, is the words he say's to me.
I say no, this is not the way it was ment to be, he left scars on my soal as he wispered, now you'll remember me.
I cried, untill I became numb to his touch.
Praying daily to be released from this captivity I call life.
Growing older, I began to sleep with my pillow on a kitchen knife.
My dreams became less and less of a way for me to escape.
The devil used the darkness, to try and hide his mind from future memories of what he has done to me.
I cant live in hell nomore, I have to make him pay.
It cant be tomorrow, it has to be today.
I close my eye's as he walks in, his footsteps are heavy, weighted down with a life time of sin.
I hear him whisper it will be ok as if he's my best friend.
I began to slide my hand beneath my pillow case, filled with memories of this demon that I cant erase.
I hear what sounds like thunder coming from where the devil stood.
I turn to see my daddy lifeless on the floor and a man standing befor me, whispering that my tears would be nomore.
He embraced me with a different feeling, one that I had never known.
Bring me my children, Children just like you.
At that very moment I new my purpose, exsactly what I was ment to do.
So I asked this man before me for his name, so I can know who finally set me free.
I Am who I Am.