Diamond Straight-Jacket.

There's diamonds on my straight-jacket,
as I cry and scream aloud.


Trapped inside my own regret,
Daddy would be so proud.


Momma's in the PTA, and Daddy leads the flock.
I was painted black a long time ago,
left to live or rot.

My brother is the golden-one,
the spawn they hold so dear.

If they knew what he had done,
they would breathe sorrow for a year.

His face bleasts red, within the dark.
His voice so shaky and hollow.

"If you tell them, on this night,
only my wrath will follow."

Creeping hands, on virgin thighs,
his eyes are smiling brightly.

If they knew, just what you do,
your death should follow, rightly.

You dive within my virgin skin,
tearing through the walls.

My face is shocked,
your hips are cocked.
Our eyes are dormant stalls.

And then one day,
I told the truth.

They screamed and spat,
they demanded proof.

And on that day,
I did cry,
on that day,
I died a little inside.

There's diamonds on my straight-jacket,
I'm strapped beneath their hate.

I should have told, but the pain has dulled.

Apparently it's too late...