Escaping Family
What -really- changes
A human mind?
Not a single soul outside the family,
My family,
And their always, forever, and never ending chatter of redlikemylips and goldlikehishair.
Not a tear spilt by mother, nor a threat made by brother would STOP me
Laugh at me now, preciouseloving family,
So perfectgreatamazing at ALL you do!
Laugh at me now, call me evilcrazymanic,
The badrottingspoiled egg, the poorsadconflicted child.
Why would I not be content to stay here with such
A lovelyendearingperfect kin?
With their hearts full
Of bravery and fake()fits of passionate(rough) love(lust).
Would that lock that makes me stay here
break so easily if I were to try and force it open?
Or, would they find me in the morning, deadalonepalid,
Caused to go by the shadow of this fever
called trickscornpoints and deceitliesfakes,
also known as familykinclan,
passing over the body of the lost daughter
dissolving into her core and becoming lost within her
Causing false -guilt-.
How could my dreamswisheshopeslongings of
Escaping family and my final release from my chainsbondslocks
Never to be brought back to my cagekennelboxcarriercellprison
Or, should I rather let myself drain
Out my lifeforce instead.
Poison will falter
a knife and a strong willed hand will not
Will I lose my sight first?
Or, maybe my touch?
Or, my ability to hear?
understand?
think?
comprehend?
listen?
forget?
love?
...live?
Nothing will change in that respect
My mind this moments,
is not alive . . .
REVIEW OR I WILL SHOOT THE BUNNY!
*brings revolver to the head of a cute ickle bunny held in my hand by its ears