My family tree has poisonous branches. They twist and turn into dangerous things. Some have killed, some have sinned, some have made deals with the devil's kin. They lie, they cheat, they run from flashing lights. It's their normal night life.

My family tree is tainted and weak. They pray off the fear and anger of others to feed their own desires. It's a high they can't come down from. It's an addiction they can't beat. Their branches have turned into an evil entity that can't be tamed.

My family tree dates back to ancient time. Our reign has led to disaster and crime. My cousins bathe in rotten slime. They lied, they cheated, they ran from flashing lights. Sooner or later the cops caught up and now they rot in their self-made hell.

*Written in 2015. Poem 2.