I'd Rather

I'd rather run through an open nowhere in the pouring rain than stay inside when you're angry. The way you seem to darken the skies is far more threatening that any thunder or lightening coming from high above me.

Your crooked mouth, hanging onto that last bit of humanity that I thought was lost long ago, hides broken truths and devious lies. If only you could show a glimmer of that peaceful you, the one I used to love, then I might be able to risk staying by your side. As things are now, I cannot help but leave and hope that you will meet your end swiftly.

Goodbye, Grandpa.