My Distant Family I Know

She embraced me, injected two butcher knives into my back,
I feel the stinging pinch, raw twist, contracting pain.
Mother in law, with you i love, but your daughter more
Psychotic family I'm apart of, I request a family photo,
For I wish to show my pain with whom have made, >;)
I feel my shirt freshly moist of my bloody chasm wounds.
In formation, awaiting the flash, we presume,  
Captured I see a younger me, pointing with expression surprised
My past sends it's warning, " watch your back, you could die",
But too late I suppose. I pass down my gift from mother to daughter,
My love i butcher, she shares my scars.
I embrace her, with two as mother I impale, bending the blade
She feels and now knows me well.
We're psychotic, but we still find love
With warm hearts and retaliative minds.
Within me dwells who I am, there's a thrive to leave.
But there's no doorway leading out
I guess I turn the knob of death in this lovely psychotic bloody mess.
Within this hell, we're under the stairs. >:)
With agonizing pain we all smile.
Proudly together we know this lake of fire we are keeps us warm.
With these merciless cold blooded souls. - AtR