This is my key

To my mother,You were there when I needed you.

I need you now, but you're just another

Poor lost soul and you're allowing every boo

to frighten away the one I adore.

To mi amore,

I may want a sentient form one day,

but at the moment all I need is my head.

I will stay,

but whispers exchanged in a bed

will leave quicker than a morning sun. 

To my friends,

It took me a while and now thats you're leaving I will run

to catch up to you in the end.

To my father,

The mental abuse stacked up inside

will one day be recognized and people will gather

just to see the images I can confide.

It is to my art I will always write,

tears and blood fill up page after page.

It is my art that will allow my flight,

and   my art that will unlock this cage.