Curse Upon My Family
Blood ran from my neck, cold in a pool,
I found it freeing, other thought it cruel.
People watched, watched me hauled off,
Some of them laughed, some of them scoffed.
My family's burden, God's disgrace,
These were my titles, marked deep upon my face.
My father never knew, he still does not,
He claims he did, or that he forgot.
I know he lies, his soul black and red,
Someday he'll pay, he'll pay when he's dead.
I know I am harsh, my words sharp as steel,
But look at me now, tell me how would you feel?
If your family left you out on the street,
Didn't care if you starved, or if you were beat.
Sent you letters of sorrow, a fake regret,
Then they smile, laugh, live, and forget.
Would you want them living? Happy and gay?
Or am I right, to want things this way?
Did they love me? Did they want me? Maybe so,
But if you asked them, they would not know.
A lifetime of pain, ended sharply with a knife,
If he'd not done it, I'd have taken my own life.
Hell doesn't scare me, though Heaven may,
My family will burn, that is all I shall say.
Someday I'll rise, a new life ahead,
And if they are living, I shall strike my family dead.
Suicide no option, a cold choice to make,
But if God allows, this is the path I shall take.
In my final words, here I thank the knife,
The knife that blessed me, caressed me, and ended my life.
I found it freeing, other thought it cruel.
People watched, watched me hauled off,
Some of them laughed, some of them scoffed.
My family's burden, God's disgrace,
These were my titles, marked deep upon my face.
My father never knew, he still does not,
He claims he did, or that he forgot.
I know he lies, his soul black and red,
Someday he'll pay, he'll pay when he's dead.
I know I am harsh, my words sharp as steel,
But look at me now, tell me how would you feel?
If your family left you out on the street,
Didn't care if you starved, or if you were beat.
Sent you letters of sorrow, a fake regret,
Then they smile, laugh, live, and forget.
Would you want them living? Happy and gay?
Or am I right, to want things this way?
Did they love me? Did they want me? Maybe so,
But if you asked them, they would not know.
A lifetime of pain, ended sharply with a knife,
If he'd not done it, I'd have taken my own life.
Hell doesn't scare me, though Heaven may,
My family will burn, that is all I shall say.
Someday I'll rise, a new life ahead,
And if they are living, I shall strike my family dead.
Suicide no option, a cold choice to make,
But if God allows, this is the path I shall take.
In my final words, here I thank the knife,
The knife that blessed me, caressed me, and ended my life.