Is it You or I, My Marionette?, breaking the writers block Options

[Heathasm]

a rather emotional poem i just wrote in literally 10 minutes, dedicated to my mom who i love unconditionally throughout her drunken stupers and far from the truth stories or ideas, whatever they are, on life.
I think its a good thing to take all violent urges out on paper



A long few seconds ago, I said I’d cut this woman
Yeah, one inside her lip
50 slashes to her breasts
I just want to know why you kept insisting
Insisting, and insisting me with these China cups
I don’t even drink tea-I don’t know what this means

Hey, gorgeous vendetta, filthy liver
Where is your hunter on the patio
Masticated, now, you cancer
Reek your damn divinity
Ignorant blissed

Give me the gen
Give me the gen
You, all knowing
Rebelling marionette?

Hey, never making sense to me, making it all up
My mind of mush to be molded was yours
Now I don’t even know how babies are born
Or if I’d die from eating chicken
Enjoying the mistakes of life

Yeah, I spent hours in the hole just thinking
I spent seconds telling and knowing myself
How much I love you, mom