DADDY'S BOY

First of my name, king of all games
last of the same, washed in shame
broken at heart, loser from the start
strong by looks, vengeful of the past

History constanly close to repitition
his story was always a ghost tale rendition
afraid of the very past close to my few shores
sand washed away by flowing water from sweat pores

Plainly clear as still waters
I evade the look like narcissa
unwanted capture by the nightmares i dread
so wishful of my dreams becoming reality