legacies of a violent heart
I wander in dim corners of my mind,
Haunted by shadows of a past I find
I can't escape. Born into embrace of
Violence, care was lost unto me, this love
Conditional and earned. Tenderness,
A distant dream to me, I must digress.
I yearned to break free from these chains, to fast
The crushing weight of generations past,
Yet now, I find myself ensnared by strong
And tangled webs of destiny, go on,
As bloodshed courses through my icy veins,
A legacy I’m destined to maintain.
With each step forward, wading thick mud
Each attempt to seek solace from my blood
Be met with cold indifference, I long
To reconcile my brother; right what’s wrong
With me, but fear grips tight, whispering dreams
Of failure, real and certain so it seems.
I am a vessel of sorrow, and one
Of rage—a product of a succession
So steeped in darkness, christened Black, and I
Now fear everything I touch draws blood, my
Love is a catalyst for damage near,
A silent force, which scars what I hold dear,
Just tell me please—Oh, why? I have to ask
If I was moulded in a faulty cast
Why not throw away, not hide such failure?
For I am wrong, I’m flawed, I’m impure,
I reflect bloodshed which was shown to me,
I bring forth violence for it’s all I see.