The needle in you're hand, is still there......

The pain is ever lasting,
Echoing around this room,
Around this world,
But mostly around you,
The needle still stuck in you're hand,
At lest when I drift to sleep,
People wonder why I kick and scream.
Like I child throwing a fight,
Is the way I dream.

Not like most you'll say,
The vision still so hunting,
The words still calling,
Why didn't you die that night?
So long ago,
But yet so fresh.

Almost alien like you're skin,
You should have been dead,
I couldn't touch you in fear of death,
Whats a child suppose to think staring up at there dad.

So f**ked up,
so disturbed,
Wondering how you'll end up,
That night was the night you left,
Maybe not the world,
Maybe you came back to our place,
But in my head,
From then on my daddy was dead.