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
Copyright © Shane Solomon | Year Posted 2014
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