Atreus
: the curse of blood

I was born into the weight of it
blood that never ran clean
rage that pounded in my veins
like the sound of a drum
callin me to war
before I knew what it was to fight

he handed it to me
with hands full of fists
and words like knives
and I swallowed every piece of it
til it was part of me
til I was nothin
but the anger
he carved into my bones
the fear
he crushed in my chest

he never taught me how to love
just how to break
how to burn everythin I touched
til it was all ashes
and I could see nothin
but the smoke
that came from the wreckage of his legacy

I drank it all in
the rage
the poison
the taste of the hell he made for me
and I drowned in it
thinkin it would make me stronger
thinkin it would make me somethin else
but it only made me small
only made me choke
on everythin he left behind

I tried to fix it
tried to make somethin better of myself
but my blood remains dirty
and every choice
was already written by his hands
every mistake a reflection of his fury
and every goddamn fight felt like
the same one he started in me

I shattered pieces of myself
thinkin if I broke just enough
I could make room for somethin good
somethin worth lovin
but all I found was pain
and blood on my hands
from the things I couldn’t take back

I inherited his rage
his need to destroy
and for years
I thought it was my own
thought I had no choice
but to keep fightin
and to keep losin

I carry his name like a curse
the mark of everythin I tried to outrun
and I couldn’t stop
couldn’t shake it
couldn’t turn away
from what I became
and it’s still in me
still in my blood
and it will always be there
waitin to tear me apart again
if I ever let my guard down