Beyond recognition, they'd gone much to far,
Left nothing behind, not a mark or a scar,
Just altered the structure and destroyed the foundation,
Led me to put faith in false adulation.
Some days it occurs to me that I made it through,
In fact most of the time I am fine just like you,
But once in awhile I remember the eyes,
The curl of the lip and the mean, hateful lies,
Not understanding this level of sin,
Inhumane punishment in a fog of white gin,
Never really knowing from one day to the next,
Like me or hate me, leave me perplexed.
The final chapter has concluded but I can't close this book,
The man has died early but he's not off the hook,
Did he really get through it, I dare say he did not,
If he'd been nicer to me, he'd acheived quite alot,
Not speaking of money or glory or fame,
He had all of those things but he still died in pain,
No it's consequence dear Dave, I'm so sorry you suffered,
But you hurt me so badly, me and my mother,
And yet, I still waited for one final sign,
That maybe, just maybe, you regretted the time,
That you spent drilling holes in my will to stay sane,
That you might feel sorry for playing that game.
It's not going to happen, you're dead man, you're gone,
And part of me says that these feelings are wrong,
I wish, no, I pray that I will learn to forgive,
but for now I'll get by on my own will to live.