Sitting on the pillars

In living color
I watched him die

like the light
of the stars at night
I saw it
in the present
...yet it all happened
long ago

the drugs,
the lies,
the broken lives,

another day
in the life
of contrition

If only
he had
loved himself

as much as his daughter did

although still to young
to know nothing other
than love

perhaps
she will learn
to hate him too

I'm sure
thats what he'd want

better to be hated
than missed
I guess