Prodigal Son

I was standing

Across the room

When the

Vase broke

But the way you spoke

Was so

Vile

You’d think

It was my fault

The same

Voice

And tone

From when I spilt salt

I was staring

At the tiles

When your

Words lashed

Then all the plates smashed

Was so

Wild

You’d think

It was a crash

The same

Wreck

We’ve known

Since when I stole that cash

I was trying

Not to breathe loud

When your

Fist hit

I saw my blood spit

Was so

Final

You’d think

Bout what you did

The same

Fury shown

Since when I was a kid

You were falling

Through the air

Then your

Skull whacked

Something really cracked

Was so

Spinal

You’d think

You were a sack

The same

Scum

Out grown

Since when I came back

I was standing

Across the room

When the

Silence broke

And the way I spoke

Was so

Stifled

You’d think

It was my fault

The same

Sin

Ive owned

Since I spilt salt.

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