TW: su!cide

Like a daisy in spring ready to bloom,

little did he know it would all go boom.

He sprung up and let his petals unfold,

not doing as his father told.

He did not want to pursue law,

That might have been his flaw.

He and his father endlessly fought,

yet acting was still all he wanted to be taught.

Ignorantly he bloomed,

his father fumed,

which led to the boy's doom.

and the black metal clink triggered boom.

He lay eternally asleep, silence filling the room.

Sounds of VHS tapes being replayed,

like the image of his decaying son he had relayed.

he had understood, but it was too late.

his petals had withered and he could no longer open the gate.