r.i.p 2 u

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my mouth has been silenced,
by nails pained red,
I am always reminded,
the fact that my mother is dead.

father it hurts me that you had audacity,
to stand at that altar,
it's insanity.

it was like your goodbyes,
to me and your dead wife,
to move on in your life,
with your new wife.

death came to me in a dream,
he offered me a spot,
in a beautiful coffin,
deep in the earth.

i might just take him up on his offer,
since you stood at the altar,
things have never been the same,
i'll be waiting with my mother,

amongst these tall red flames.

11:03

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