Whispers in the dark. please leave feed back

This is about my messed up child hood.

V1
I’m can’t sleep then weight shifts to one side of my bed.
I think it’s father sneaking in to get inside of my head.
my room’s black and all I hear is whispers in the dark.
Now I’m Mentally marked and brain washed, but this is just the start.
Consistently ripping apart the hearts of his family.
Single-handedly Managed to Damage all that was grand to me.
Like the bond between a father and son.
But never would have thought he’d become.
a demon in disguise just look in his eyes all you see is sinister.
ordering for me to kill my mom and sisters.
Was he there for me or to transform me in to jack the riper.
In Hopes that I’d grow up like him to become a sex offender.
The rest is senders from my child hood memories that went up with smoke.
Sending me notes from prison for forgiveness so this is what I wrote.
it’s to late for remorse, I hope you enjoy your new home.
Cause the closest you'll get to us again is When we piss on your tomb stone.

Whispers in the dark.
A hopeless victim of hypnosis lying in bed as the moster approaches.
Ripping us apart.
A threat to his own son mind ****ed daily while the Older sisters barely hold on.
A merry-go-round of taught violent psychotic thoughts wishing I could disembark.
But I can't I'm on a rant and all I could do back then was bury my head in the sand.


v2
Back from school at the door forbidden to come in.
Henry said come back in thirty minutes go and play with your friends.
Didn’t have a clue what was going on with him Cheri and Jen.
Nether did my poor mother until it Became like a every day Trend.
Threatening to kill my sister with his pistol if she ever gave in.
to tell the truth to anybody but we were just kids .
This kind of corruption is something she could never turn to pretend.
And even if she did tell mother it was her word against his.
It’s like flipping a coin to decide ether we live or we die.
On our knees paying every night waiting for god to reply.
But no mysterious guy fell from the sky to save us.
Just a sick father that would do anything in his power to break us.
I can’t escape the thought of killing him this feeling I can’t shake it.
And know matter how hard I try to forget I can’t erase it.
And to all that listened to this dark confession I’ve released from the top.
Yo it’s Like Ripley's I don’t give a **** if you believe it or not.

Whispers in the dark.
A hopeless victim of hypnosis lying in bed as the moster approaches.
Ripping us apart.
A threat to his own son mind ****ed daily while the Older sisters barely hold on.
A merry-go-round of taught violent psychotic thoughts wishing I could disembark.
But I can't I'm on a rant and all I could do back then was bury my head in the sand.




v3
10 years in prison was never enough.
No matter how many times his *** got ****ed.
Yo The last I heard he’s a minister in a Baptist church.
Posing as one of gods servants Trashing the masters work.
How can he be a servant of god when he’s not.
Trying to learn from his mistakes he don’t deserve mercy from god.
And what’s worst is I have a step mother I don’t even know.
And almost glad the I don’t know her cause she’s probably a ***.
With two kids of her own that are probably to grown.
To be left alone in the position for there step father to control.
Like robots If I would have been home this wouldn’t of happened
And As the man of the house I got to blastt him.
Where were you when we were stuck on the street.
Collecting can goods from school to get something to eat.
Freezing our asses off in the winter cause there’s no ****ing heat.
And then every other week I was getting jumped for my sneakers.
So don’t you try to justify nothing to me Cause.
ever since I was five you’ve been corrupting my sleep.
so if you run in to me ya might find your self under the sea.
Nothing to breath praying to Jesus looking up at your seed.


Whispers in the dark.
A hopeless victim of hypnosis lying in bed as the moster approaches.
Ripping us apart.
A threat to his own son mind ****ed daily while the Older sisters barely hold on.
A merry-go-round of taught violent psychotic thoughts wishing I could disembark.
But I can't I'm on a rant and all I could do back then was bury my head in the sand.



Yeah this actualy happend. I wrote this out of grief.

You know the drill...

Does any one care to share any feed back?

omg .. the way you've written just got no words ... you express deep,intense and dunno what more to say.... have u recorded any of your tracks ?

not yet I hope to soon. I need the equipment to do so...Thanks again for your faad back. take care..

Audio is coming...hopefully soon...I just fixed my mic. yoo hoo