I Shed Blood Like a Serpent Sheds Skin

I rest my eyes beneath the crescent moon
I have no home, no love, no god above
but the gentle croon of a dead mother
in the haunted memories from my youth
she pulls down the stars and makes me smile
all the while they whispered,

“Hate her.”

Why oh why am I a mess of blood?
I tried to find my home in lust
in pain and anger and reckless danger
strangers who reeked of plastic~
tragic beasts of synthetic words

Some things I won’t forgive
like the way I hurt when I remember
the hurt I made worse
the day I turned my head and left her
and trashed her love in the dirt

There was a raping of truth
I brushed it aside like the memories~
god awful onset of infantile amnesia
twisting my stomach with flashbacks
played back to back and spinning
with the alcohol my father flushed
into his schizophrenic shell

I left her with the monsters
who turned me against her
Her.
Helpless, loveless, childless

I left..

But, was I ever right?
I have no alibi and so admit the crimes
committed by my broken family line
and time won’t heal all these wounds
time won’t save me from the demons
of my youth

Time won’t cure me

But one day
at least I too will die