Forces of Zeus and Hera couldn’t stop this tragedy
She felt the stars
Exhilaration of fast cars
excitements of a plane crash, stereo blast
she hung her hair down
her drink up
always looking for her next cup
9 months with me must have caused withdraws
Now she lay passed out on the floor
The angry, the mad in me hadn’t even begun to subside
When the bottle hit her lips
The one I tried to hide
Here she’ll lay, still cold
and the day grows old
weary of staring at the figure on the tile
Gatorade made to fuel her adrenaline
has become her death regimen
as it stained the floor under her dead hands
her blood was thicker than water
thinner than her liquor
Will my will be strong enough to not consider following in her footsteps
My heart is racing, quick reps
I can’t stop the beating
my morals are eating my mind away
insanity
My mom was foolish, it will never happen to me
no hospitals hangovers headaches institutions
My life won’t be ruined by this dream
Retreat from the reality that surrounds me
My mom is dead and it haunts me
As Banquo is to Macbeth, she taunts me
Laying on the floor, sitting in his chair
He’s there, she’s there
Can’t you see can’t you see
it’s all on me it’s all on me
it’s my fault im wrong
I should turn and walk away from her addictive Gatorade
But it will take away the pain
Though it takes me to a place
strange aesthetic plane
I’m in a sliver between Earth and space, closer to her heaven
Did i commit a deadly seven?
Maybe two or three because I envy her gluttony towards the bottle
Every swallow I take from the first sip leaves me hollow
On the tile here i lie
my flower withered and died
The world looks so tall and i feel so small
from this angle on the floor
is this what she saw before her guilty spirit soared, convicted
I her soul’s witness
lived the life i testified against
criticized it, realize that
I’m the victim, victimized by her lies
Why didn’t she rise and get up at the very least
All I want is peace
The sound of her hitting the ground to cease.