Family is a sick metaphor
wherever I go they are
inside of my lungs and more
still alone I'll wander poor

When with the mother
her rage eyes were upon me
watching the sickness of a father
the frustrated artist or the silence

When with the father
his rage screams upon me
calling the nickname of a mother
like I was the end of a love in defiance

Memories of violence swallows me
The anguish of escaping this solace
Watching the cracks of being
thrown in around it

Memories of violence swallows me
and whenever I look I can't hide it
from this anguish puzzles inside of it
this endless wicked metaphor of
family