The bruises appear
Always n tears
Always n fear
Not fear 4 myself
But fear 4 her health
Bcause this is her time
Her time 2 die
Its a shame i have 2 hide from her
Hide myself from killin her
Erase my thoughts of torture
keep myself in order
Remind me again y i should
Y i shouldnt draw her blood
Y i shouldnt cut her throat
Y i shouldnt make her choke
On the very cookies she shoved in my face
Burnt black and bitter 2 taste
Was all she gave me that weekend
Was all i 8
I cant keep running from the dream
I can still feel it
The sweet smell of the cookies
The sight of her cooking
The sight of her working
She looked like a saint
But we all know she aint
Atleast i do
Atleast i know the truth
U see, i have an exuse
Ill kill her like i did daddy
I hated daddy
He did all thoes thing 2 me
Punished me 4 everything
For him i had the same dream
My dream told me 2 kill her
It told me 2 burn her
2 set her on fire
It told me 2 fry her
2 watch the dancin flames devour her
2 hear the screams emerge from her
Ill perform the perfect murder
No time 4 crying
Denying
Her fate
Its 2 late
Bcause this is her time
Her time 2 die
No i dont really wanna kill my moma....its jus a poem...tell me wut u thank
