The Keeper

My Advice,
don't ever ask for something from the keeper,
You should never ask.

Don't ever ask for a favor from them,
those who are supposed to be your kin.
Don't ever ask for a favor,
don't ever.

They will hold it over you,
like dead, rotting meat,
Keeping its putrid smell just within your reach.

The price can only be paid,
by blood, a sea for every cent,
by skin, a ton for every wish.
They offer no pardon.

Advice, don't ever ask for something,
from the keeper,
from the kin, who share your blood,
from the family that knows no morals, and no bounds.

The keeper will watch her daughter tear her son apart,
and vice versa,
she will enjoy the turmoil.
She will bask in the bloodshed and the repayment.
The keeper will relish the way the family crumbles.
She will.

My advice,
Don't ever ask for something from my family,
from my keeper.
She will hold you in your grasp,
until your debt is repaid in triplicate.