Rorschach

Mother raised

Me by working

In a furnace.

Father named

Me after all

The brothels

He visited.

For the sky

I slashed open

There was

No luminance.

To the 

Bondage I'm fed,

Darkness is

All I can sell.

If you've

Complaints,

Don't just

Start to bark.

For me,

You just might

Be a to be

Squished wart.

While the 

White Doves

Are just a

Playful feed.

For me,

Life is a

Funeral pyre.

Peace is just 

Another sham.