You are a fake Christian;
You are a fake wife;
You are a fake grandmother;
How long do you need to live;
Before you finally wake up to this reality?
You are full of claptrap;
Your stench makes my stomach turn;
Awakening unwanted maggots to crawl from shadowed crevices.
How dare you kiss me;
Or tell me that I am the mental one;
That I am unable to describe heaven;
When you have been living in hell for 70 years trapped in your own mind...
And you wonder why I waded off to greener pastures;
And why I avoid you like the plague;
Because all that is wonderous about you is a show of what others want to see -
There is nothing authentic about you so how can you possibly have my best interests at heart when you cannot create an empathetic bond with anyone due to your lack of heart and soul?!
There was a time I would have lamented your loss;
But who needs this superficiality in their lives?
I mourned the absence of your soul in my life long before your actual death,
It would make no difference to me!
