Dear Ma'am,

i'm sorry for your son, he's a real piece of shit.
it sucks feeling born to suffer,
i'm sure you did your best.
i wasn't there to see you cry but i have lived vicariously through your tears
although i was weeping before it all started for you.

ma'am i hope this doesn't come off as a slap to your face
because i know you've endured plenty.
i want to weep for you because you've lost something more than i have
all of this is bittersweet. and tragic.
i once told your son in another life we could've been friends,
if only he hadn't taken that senseless turn
that drove me into a ditch and left me for dead.
i actually held your son's hand and prayed he was different.
it sucks you have to go through this.

in another life we could've been friends, ma'am,
i'd do anything to send you flowers and pay you visits
look into the eyes that birthed my killer and feel love.

written on March 10, 2005

(man... MAN!!! damnit stop being so @..%$..% good! I am speechless.
Posted by Austin on 10 Mar 05 Thursday - 5:13 AM)