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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