So tell me about your relationship with your parents...
Satanists! both of them.
Hell-pointing pentagrams and down-facing crosses!
Father; a man of precision, of logic opposing failure,
how could he give in to the fall?
Nor can I comprehend, a Satanic nurse mother,
how is she to heal and fix the broken?
Oh that's right, she can't.
When caring for my sister,
would a healer further murder her own daughter?
How could she? Give her own child up to the devil?
Scold her skin away, nailed taut to the lines,
sprawled out like a star, five points. oh, like a pentagram.
I wonder if our father in heaven heard
her screams as she begged his name for mercy,
but I guess it was out of his control,
mother was on the dark side now,
and cindered flesh smells nothing like cookies.
She told me I could do nothing but embrace,
the sacrifice, the dark magic inside.
The only dark within are scars, brandings
like a bull awaiting slaughter, to be murdered like the other daughter.
Poison seeping wounds bleeding and tissue burning
set alight by numerous ritual, of
times and gtimes over my body charcoal,
burnt 'til I was dark black.
It hurt to flush and rid myself
and only through my other therapists
I could come to terms with this.
Carol, I'm sorry, but the other therapists were wrong, none of what you said is true.
None of it actually happened.
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