Sunday, June 10, 2012

Mother Lucy

Early on
Mom taught me about Lucy
She whispered to me horrors
They were real to me
As they seem to her

Whispers about demons
With her hypnotic glance
With her psychotic eyes
Burned my youth away
Frozen my spine cold

Early on
I learned her dark arts about insanity
That made me forget about innocence

I mourn those days that i never had
Mom didn't buy me toys or cars to play with
Instead she fed me her paranoias and obsessions
Young John soon is replaced by Melancholic Vincent
Less one brother to grief, rejoice... for he didn't saw what become of me

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