Mona Lisa

Mona Lisa

My Mona, never made it to the wall.

I refused to much to let my Mom or Step-Dad be that tall.

I weathered to well the fall.

Every violent stroke of the family’s tree blood forever tattooed a moment in my mind!

The technique was second to none and the fear instilled motivates forever pain. 

Framed within a world so dark looking for brightness hung by wire and nailed still!!!

Crucified

Resurrected from the bad math came when the variables were solved!

Banished from past environments was a necessary change in order to no longer carry the truth of the lies!!!

Remove Yourself!

Mona Lisa

Mine. 

Disappear