sterile, I lay in bed
the woman that I am burning like endless candles
lit on the night of a great death
I am a great death
I stretch to release my family's history
torn between expectations and love affairs
and a grandfather in prison and my grandmother
drowning in tears and raising a son who did not come out of her womb
that poor woman with that blonde hair and those green eyes
rage breeds along love on her side and she is so taken back by the two
stricken in a consistent dilemma of letting both get the best of her
her bleeding insanity
and her bleeding forgiveness towards a man who did
nothing but annihilation
until her normal mind went to waste
what is it in a mans eyes that lets him dare
brake a woman
a frail,small,feeble, innocent woman
where do these men find the strength to see a woman in a pit
of tears generated through her pupils by his monstrous hand
is the heart not what gives birth to the strongest of emotion
this mental thing, and is that where that selflessness comes from
because it is all much too powerful
you my grandfather, must be some kind of genius
to have found that black and hidden place where you find
the coldness to do such things
you tortured soul who spits on all his children
you tortured man who's actions lead to consequences that befell
your grandchildren, your anger has bred through generations
your anger bred through my father and then to me
you broke men and you broke women
you
you
broke all of your children
all 7 of the souls you made
but you will not brake mine this I vow
I will stop that anger here
I will stop it now.