Bloody Estranged

When all my blood is estranged

Is it then that I become deranged?

Already self-loathing and anti-family

So maybe I can’t stand my own genetics                       

Perhaps I see myself as unequivocally cunty

And maybe I cannot stand the things that made me

Is this what makes one deranged?

Self-destructive and anti-happy

When all the blood is estranged

And the world is just animals

To be coldly devoured. . .

This seems to me quite deranged

Author's Note

Reviews

[aspen]

the words flow together so nicely even when they're not rhyming. this is really good, great work. it's something i can connect to mental-wise

[April Blue]

I like the way the words came together, I really enjoy the writing of Edgar Allan Poe and it sort of reminded me a bit of his poetry...