I decided to take the voter's advice this week as well Scatt, I wrote me a little story NOT about an abused woman...
Lost Horizens
He was sixteen, head full of them dreams,
In his mind every girl was lookin' at me,
But his eyes were full of sights that he shouldn't have seen,
He washed them away with the love he took from the breeze...
...Another day of class, he walks down the halls,
People screamin', he doesn't hear the shoutin' at all,
He's got weight on his mind, so he's takin' his time,
Cuz he barely can carry it, and take it in stride,
Every face he sees is unchanging, bleak,
No soul in the faces that chase his grief,
Any other day, he'd flow, "Yo!"'s like water,
And entrap a girls heart, when he'd close his locker,
But with what's on his mind, he's cloaked his bother,
Thinkin' of the child he's suppose to father,
"I'm still a kid," as he's thinkin' aloud,
His eyes close and see it's mother linger around,
This one night stand here just might land
a man in the circumstance of gun fight hands,
It's weird, he feels like his life is over,
But it's only begun, soon he'll know only his love...
...The screams in the delivery room turn the winter to June,
For Jesse as he sits in his gloom,
But that's because he's yet to know what it's like,
To look at your child the first time she opens her eyes...
...And so, life resumes, Jesse's high at school,
Thinkin' of his child's smile, god's light in bloom
While Amy is at home nursing her wounds,
The grandmother takes to the birth from her womb,
She whispers little things, little whips of opinion,
Like, as long as I'm alive, you won't live with a sinner,
Your father isn't here, your feeling my hold,
And if he was, what's to stop him from stealing your soul,
He'd probably try to get you to smoke weed with him,
He might try molesting, he's a deviant,
But I'm here, so you won't be needing him,
I'd never let you fall to the demons, miss,
And little Erin laughs an ignorant giggle,
As she squeezes her grandmother's finger a little,
The seed has been sewed, and it will linger around,
That is, as long as Jesse never figures it out...
...Skip five years, all the kids are grown,
Amy is Jesse's nemesis at soul,
But Jesse's gotten wiser, he's onto them now,
Cuz of Erin's lost horizens as she unconciously pouts...
...It's two ten in the morning, Jesse's awake,
Anticipating the love he would never forsake,
As long he can get her away,
From the lies that her mother feeds the breath of his brain,
Erin plagues his mind as he enters the house,
Wearing shoes wrapped in socks to censor the sounds,
First, he enters the master bedroom,
Where Amy's mom sleeps, and rehashes dead tunes,
How to make Erin wanna hate him again,
"We'll say what she hasta to say when she's dead,"
He pulls his knife and puts a crease on her neck,
As she drowns in her blood and puts her screams to an end,
He enters Amy's room, still asleep in her bed,
The scene was perfectly serene till she bled,
She struggled so much that the blood was equalled,
Then she lay there, dieing, cussing evil...
As the road grows wide, the murder scene behind 'em,
That place in the world where serpants eat the sirens,
He says, "It's just us now, n we got lots of time kid,
Time for you to find those lost horizens..."
