BLOOD
Blood, Blood, Blood
Some say thicker than water
I say not
So fickle are the ties of blood
So easily they break
A single act, a single deed
And all the ties are cut
How little, family know
Of them and their own
Their true self is hidden
Their true life, suppressed
Some little words and love is lost
Some little words, Some little words
Their heart like glass
It shatters, breaks
All love for you is on the floor
A thousand winking shards
Piece by piece they fade away
Into the tiled floor
In place of glass there now is naught
In place of warmth there is but cold
Never trust how they will see
Your true self, who e'er it be
Their words. They lie!
They mask the truth,
Ah, that bitter pill
Take it with water, ease it down
Let truth seep in and freeze the heart
The icy spike, the flash of truth
It snaps you from illusory thoughts
From dreams that all is well
And into living nightmares drags
Your kicking infant self
Black their blood, Vile their tone
Hidden 'neath their flesh and bone
Dark their heart, their love as dust
Is whipped away in winters wind
Seal the hole left in your heart
And leave them far behind
If their love fades as summers heat
Then let it die
So fickle are the ties of blood
So easily they break
A single act, a single deed
And all the ties are cut
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