How Mommy Died
Hail to the dead,
for all that he has said.
It has been ten years by,
I just realized she did die.
His soul was distraught,
Premature of his vessel it went aloft.
I witnessed her death,
her heart sulked in its bath red.
Though I did not see with eyes,
angry blood guided my own demise.
Through all that he has taught,
the love lives though I am lost.
Her vessel is still wet,
I'm done morning her soul that left.
Darkness will stop leading me awry,
as a mother once loved in disguise.
Since sixteen I have paid the cost,
Now twenty-six I finally win the toss.