Family Values

Family Values
Intertwined thoughts with yours
Stitched up wounds are open once again
Appreciation of my silence
Will be held no more

So close to your desires
But I will not encourage my blood
To be spilled for indignity
And I would cry
But it would kill all that I know
Still utter deceit enters my flesh
And I contemplate the end
As I grasp for breath
Bearing bloody memories while
Kneeling down letting my insides pour out
And my enraged memories won't let me open
These wounds anymore