Testament

All that can escape me, all I realize
That it will come back to me the day my father dies
His burning eyes would stare at you
I was born a masochise
I cried out in pain, as he clenches up his fist
Slowly as the years go by, the darkness builds inside
Trying to find a passage out, before I lose my mind
Ingestuous temptation but what is wrong or right
Why must I fall victim of hereditary spite
Soon! we will arise, forming despise