I’d like to say that I dreamt of you, but actually, I never do…
I’m not surprised,
But sometimes I think it’d be nice…
Dreams can be deceitful though,
I have to take solace that where you are, I already know…
The dead only come to me when it’s important or a message…
Otherwise it’s the devil using their image.
constantly under fire-
I’m just so tired..
I’ve had to fight for my life,
So alone, for so much time…
I often wonder why-
why you left in a pool of water and blood..
why he had to ruin all of us..
like what we had, wasn’t enough..
we all had to suffer,
we all died in someway..
just so he could gain local fame..
life will never be the same..
I watched you fade for years,
but when the fall finally came-
I couldn’t shed enough tears..
now I’m left with him..
and left with all he’s done.
but he doesn’t bat an eye at it,
That’s dad for ya,
moms dead and he’s living,
claiming his deeds are done for Jesus…
I follow the Holy Spirit,
and I can tell you,
he does not condone anything dad did.
but you know,
I\'m the bad guy.
I’m the one mislead, and I’m the one causing pain..
well…
no pain no gain, they say..
Rest in the highest peace mom, I love and miss you.