Saving a Seat

Am I insane or crazy Is there a difference I don't know maybe Trying to talk some sense Into this backstabbing selfish trick Told you I could watch you die Watch the earth rot and descend Back to Hell you belong You and your minions Now I'm at your funeral flowers in hand Wilted, faded, roses like the love you demand I hate that I come from you I despise the days I spent in your womb I hope it hurts like a knife Hope it shanks, twists, and turn in your side No good memories of farewells Just visions of fiery lakes in Hell