wretched mother, i abandon thee.
take your cigarette addiction away from me;
it makes me puke to think of you.
the lies you tell are truths in your mind only;
they remind me too much of father.
he told me about your talented throat;
he told me of your codeine needs.
you are no longer a perfect angel to me.
that image tainted by the truth;
you can no longer hide anything.
the more you try, the more you lose.

wretched mother, listen to me.
your christian values are revolting now;
those inhumane rules offend my soul.
bow to your idolic cross and kneel before the preacher,
surely he must have all the answers
buried within those tight black trousers.
your faith is misdirected, sad.
what a waste you and your family are,
running to a god that does not exist
except in your lust filled dreams.
your footprints are alone in the sand.

wretched mother, you fail to see
that your son has grown into a man
with a path that leads far from your own.
your secrets are known to me
and i am not impressed with who you are.
bless me not, for i am offended by that.
share your truths and enjoy the remains of your life,
for the shattered slivers will soon be sucked away
by the great vacuum of death.
let me be who i am now, as i am meant to be
my wretched mother.