Waiting For Dried Blood: Verbal Rain

I search for happiness like it was a long lost dog. Some days it seems inside these dreams that I will find out soon. Or in itself is that the dream. Holding on to something and only to see it as total failure. So control that which you can't and watch what it does. The past has finally found me and it seems it has done so all at once. Everything stored away began to enter my thoughts with an fast aggression. Losing my father at an early age was then followed by one parents verbal violent alcoholism and a rage filled 300 pound stepfather with angry fists.