Al's Oath

I'd kill my son, to hand you over the truth,
Holding tight to the one thing it could never buy.
While you were mourning rain,
Something wonderful happened,
I was living someone else's day.

They mocked me even after their bodies rotted in the attic,
And I waited though nothing was left to believe.
So all the words that should have been, are but a pitiful void.

Shoot me in the back,
It's the only way
Touching yourself
Seems fair enough.

Feeling the weight of your own silence?
It's cutting our knots for good.
A failed attempt at existing.