Untitled - 4/2017

Mother, I love you
But since I was a child
You've painted me the color of your enemy

Father, I wish you'd taught me more
But all I know of you is pieces and war

How can I know love
When all I've ever tasted is vinegar and blood

Oh this loveless life
Always in flight
Drifting from one island to another
Contemptuous of self
Deserving of no other

For my adoration exposed only under heavy intoxication
My loneliness is often of my own creation


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