Walking into my family's home 
The home of homes 

It's dark in here...as it's ALWAYS been 
And once again, I stand alone 

It's no mystery to me 
Why I begin to sing 

Or what I'm doing here 
Reciting poetry 

Words of death and rape 
Now reverse the tape 

It sounds like a COMPLETE symphony 

Shuffle through the debris of family gatherings 
Remembering who made me so pathetic 

I have revenge on my brain 
With nothing more to say 

It's all about the action
Which has consumed this day 

There's nothing left to spill 
Their blood has already killed 
.............(momentary blackout)...............
I'm feeling at peace 
But looking aimlessly about 

Their pictures on the walls 
Resemble demons staring out 

No closure, as usual 
But this will be the past 

What's done is done 
The last day has come 

(this poem expires...)
With a BLAST