Come on Mother...

 


What is 'fair' to you?
Fair is what you used to be; but you no longer remain...

I'm greatfull, to the life you have blessed me with...
In turn am I to sit and watch yours slowly wither away?
In front of me...
What damage this brings to me...
I could never say!

Silent I will clean you...
Wash you.
Scrub away any fleeting immunities I can catch!

I try, but;


YOUR FUCKING HANDS WONT WORK!

Fingers are worn too thin!
To close to the bone, I hate your weak wrists!
Why does you hair no longer grow and shine?
In knots, like your mind will come to be...
In time.

MOVE!


Can't you try?

MEDICATION: a doctors note said 'give it sometime'
We know, that your still waiting...
I ask you, how's life in an unmoving chair?
Is that why you won't eat?
 
I thought it was me...
After all what comfort can there be...
If I can't even touch you...
 
I HURT YOU TOO MUCH!!
 
.... And I hurt too much.
 
What does it feel like to have lost life in there?
Your eyes are worn...
Sinking back into your skull..
 
YOU LOOK TERRIBLE!
 
Oh, but to live once again in your hair...
Where coconuts and lime's sting me!
 
Once, you where so loud!
You took a stand on every little thing...
Now you can't even bare to stand at all!
 
I hate,
The sighs you make..
Well aware,
They come with pain, but;
If I rationalise,
I might fade,
Like one of your sighs...
If I agree,
That...

YOU'RE SIZING THE ATMOSPHERE WITH NO ABILITY!
HOW CREATIVE AND SO STUPID!
WHEN WILL YOU REALIZE THAT YOU SOUL HAS DIED...

Will...
You...
Ever...
Realize?

-Your magical elixir has dried out, honey,,,

YOU'RE FUCKED NOW...
 


 
*sighs*

 



 
Oh, I love you so!