All, But the Archer

All I ever wanted was a father to love and edify me.
All I ever wanted was a lasting pure embrace, but your attempt was self-serving and sick.
What father would ever do this to his own child?
Let me fall victim to perversion
Justice died the moment you stepped in.
Trust betrayed and innocence taken
Silence bought your justification.
You put a price on.purity
Scared it into secrecy, but dormant bodies burst.
But the scratches on the surface hinted at something terrible beneath, waiting to bleed out a secret death
A truth untold, but once it's spilled the battle is over.
Internal bleeding ebbs long after wounds have healed.
No part of me remains untainted by your hands.
The guilt is on your head
The blood is on your hands
This war is won