My eyesight is blurry.
My breathing is singed.
So much is flashing by,
Where do I begin?
I finally told mother
About my wicked evil.
She wished me damnation
And called me a criminal.
She threatened my actions
To send me away
As punishment of sin
To my father’s far place.
She shot me with her gun
Full of holy water.
Though I did not burn,
It soon became a bother.
“Send me to the horrid king!
Send me to his mistress!
Pack my bags and stuff my cheeks!
I wish you all the best!”
Off I was to Northern Georgia,
Leaving my past behind.
There, I’d find a new future -
One [that] I thought I’d like.
Months went well at first,
Then things took a turn.
My brother diagnosed
And my brain started to burn.
Father and his partner’s mind
Began to flood the youngest.
I found myself more isolated
My pride was soon among us.
The attention I never wanted
Was soon what I most craved.
My envy and my avarice
Quickly became aflame.
School was their first target -
My focus through the grounds.
My scoring rate had lowered
And motivation went unfound.
I pushed the emotions away
As I’d always done.
It’s better they disappear
Than ruin all the fun.
The little one was soon better -
His beams bursting the bug.
Clueless of the effects he gives
With every simple hug.
Everything seemed peaceful;
The sun routinely rose.
But every night it fell
And my sanity left its post.
A bruise here, a bruise there
A death to simulate.
With every instant injury,
Came the urge to stimulate.
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