Blood aint no thicker than water
I'm not obligated to love you because I'm your daughter
Sorry....I must have missed the rubric
While I was too busy sliding by on your oil slick
It was Basic Instinct when you handed me the ice pick
That you hold in protest standing at your pulpit
On your behalf that was an unfortunate gift
You use to come with such style & witt
Got some deep shit buried thats time to admit
Its gonna be oh so riveting when I spit
Cutting through this page, the speakers, your ears & heart like a blade bit
I dont see how you managed you're unfit
To be a real parent
Treating me like, like nothing because to you I'm transparent
It took awhile to understand
All along I had the upper hand
While we were set adrift
& I was working with my illusions on the night shift
I noticed in you there was a rift
Speak of deciet
Feel the heat
Pull up & take front seat
Trick or beat
Feel this kleet
See blood stains on the sheet
Enter my realm of psychosomatic reprise
Its best you start to prepare your requiem & say your goodbyes
Its time to let go of your superior pride
Because that bitch must be at least 1000 miles wide
Am I a simple raconteur
Or do you ever question if I'm much more
After all these years of your quarantine
You had to have foreseen
That retribution is how serial killers are made
Now answer me are you grateful I stayed
Let me translate
This is what you alone did create
I am what I hate
For change of heart is it too late
You tell me just look at the date
No you're not watching an episode of Paranormal State
This has just always been my fate
Speak of deciet
Feel the heat
Pull up & take front seat
Trick or beat
Feel this kleet
See blood stains on the sheet
She thinks she's gonna be sick
As I approach her with an ice pick
I hear cries
As I look into her eyes
I show no mercy for all I see is lies
No need to wear a disguise
Who I am should come as no surprise
Yes its me her darling girl who finally submit
To the fact that she eventually had to snufff it
Mommy Dearest's screams emit
As I riddle her here & I riddle her there
Fuck I riddle her everywhere
I saved the heart for last
Because that was an emotion I wanted to savor not so fast
Its something I never had
For once I was near her more than 5 mins without getting mad
I was calm because at that cut rate
Until her heart stopped I felt it pulsate
Only in death would we be on the same level
Except she's home in hell dining with the devil
Happy Halloween
She's in the ice machine
Author notes
In the theme of October & all things scary I wrote this poem. What's more scary than real life? This poem is simply symbolic to mean I feel rejected by my mother which has contributed to who I am today, i.e. one screwed up individual. I do not blame her completely for I should control my own actions. I feel like I missed out on love, like I do not have a heart so I wanted hers to understand what it feels like to live. Notice I mention the movie Basic Instinct & serial killers & Halloween. In conclusion, I'm so far gone she would have to die & go to hell to even begin to understand what its like to be me.
