Horror

Pulsating figures standing my doorway
Try as you might, Try as you may
They've come to take me away

Suited makers meet their end
While dark smoke condescends
They've left me to contend

Standing on an island with my shadow
Eyes open wide while mind narrows
I'm crops left for scarecrows

Rebellious teen of only sixteen
Not so clean covering what's seen
Taken from home straight to screen

Fucking vultures spreading their wings
Bottom feeding scum made goddamn kings
I bow but will kiss no shit-covered rings

Thanks mom, whore, I feel so much better
Thanks dad, bastard, I received your letter
And appreciate this mainstream gesture