I remember when all the hot days were long
and my father told me my mother was gone
I didn't know what to do I asked where she was
he said she was with God doing what an angel does
broken, my heart shattered fallen on the floor
tears swelling up in my eyes about to pour
I composed myself, I know my mommas alive
I remember that day I was only five.
looking out my bedroom window I only think how
How? can she be gone for so long now
How? Can she leave me my life in a blur
How? Could I possibly find her
I knew what I had to do
I did what any reasonable person would do
I posted her picture on every light post
but everyone told me that she was a ghost
I guess that part hurt the most
so I tried to get a medium to become host
but I was ripped off by that big beaded bitch
said my mom was perceiver of evil, Hells Witch
so I left that in search
about three months later I rolled by a church
Showed the picture to the priest
and he asked if she was deceased
I was fifteen, and I just caved in
I said she was, and I'm sorry I gave in
but he did tell me she'll live eternally
she's in the House of God but not here externally
Empty, I left the church in a flash
I'm one hundred miles away from home with no cash
Walking down the street my eyes were fixed on the sky
the house of god is up there I hope it's not a lie
heard something one time about being a pall bearer
everytime you're one you get a step to heaven
so at the sky I stare.......
I formulated a plan, I needed a funeral quick
so I killed my father with a broken broom stick
and made it look like someone else did it that day
I lost my father but he's in that damn house anyway
after all was completed
I felt defeated,
there was no stairway
maybe I just need to repeat it. |
Submission Name: The House Of God
