My eyes turn blood red
After I shower.
When I was young,
My mother used to say
It was because my dad was a drunk.
In the days and years that passed by
That phrase always stuck with me,
The sins of my father were my sins as well
My own cross to carry.
Can you really blame someone for being born?
What if my dad was a sailor
And the red of my eyes mimicked his
In the dark starry nights
Spent on ocean water
Swimming above whales
And leviathans,
And a whole universe below.
But he wasn't a sailor
He drank and gambled
When he was younger
Creating scars where none should have existed
And now I bear his mark
Every time I close my eyes underwater.
After I shower.
When I was young,
My mother used to say
It was because my dad was a drunk.
In the days and years that passed by
That phrase always stuck with me,
The sins of my father were my sins as well
My own cross to carry.
Can you really blame someone for being born?
What if my dad was a sailor
And the red of my eyes mimicked his
In the dark starry nights
Spent on ocean water
Swimming above whales
And leviathans,
And a whole universe below.
But he wasn't a sailor
He drank and gambled
When he was younger
Creating scars where none should have existed
And now I bear his mark
Every time I close my eyes underwater.
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