Rooted

Faulty wiring, lead paint veins carrying bad blood, clouded air, broken oxygen, all absorbed by the man upstairs, a head resembling a cage, a million victims rage, his heart a spawned web, his eyes were longtime scopes to a snipering mouth, he avoided all truths but the ones he had felt!

Self Defense Mechanisms like the working parts of a rifles trigger function.

Suicide never an option, far to much narcissism to drown out the hope.

A forever picked scab, releasing the bitter truth of others, a freshly covered wound repeats the cycle, until he’s finally left with a scar! 

For seventeen years it remained like the seasons, born to forced treason, he led an army of 3 beneath him, bound by mixed blood, they all shared the same Monster of a mom, siblings in arms!