You left the light on

But the door was locked.

A figment of your contradicting desires.

Safety was not home,

Not in my world.

A raging, boiling, blood-red haze

Of screams and rage

My childhood went by in a beaten daze.

And I never understood you.

A rock, my key. A void,

Don't you see?

You weren't whole.

So your confusion was mine.

And the abuse brought it all to a point.

A broken tangle of veins

Running through

The creation of our dysfunctional family.