To my Dead Mother,
To my Dead Father,
It's your son here,
Not your good daughter

They say the Evil men do lives on.
What did you do dad?
Why was I born?
Am I really yours mum?
And not the Devil's spawn?


I am ****** up
A drug abusing reprobate
No Moral compass
The landscape of my mind is desolate

I enjoy getting in fights
I enjoy stealing
I dream of ******
I care not for human feelings

Do as thou wilt
I learned from the best
As above so below
Dad you piqued my interest

I am ****** up
Because you were
My streams of debauchery
Fed by your headwaters

I need attention
But you're dead
I need compassion
Your corpses stay rotted

So I'll keep being me
Keep being the best bad person I could possibly be
You had your chance to save me,
But ultimately Mum and Dad,
You made Me....Me