JennaOfWhiteWater94

The softness of her scent, of Eagle 100’s and cinnamon, The kindness in her toothless smile. Her shuddering breath as arthritis twists and mangles her hands. The confused sorrow in her greying eyes. The hurt in her voice, as the last ten minutes are erased from her decaying memory. I feel my heart ache and break as I tend to new scores on her withered skin. I smile at her repetitive stories, even as I battle away my encroaching tears. I smile, so she doesn’t see how much I hurt due to her own pains. I act like a fool, so she doesn’t seem alone. I listen to the same stories over and over, branding them in my brain to remember her, To remember the history and stories of her mind. The petal like texture to her skin, so delicate, bruised from age. Over time, she formed new marks, As she committed self-harm in the sense of curiosity. I fight back my distress at the wrenching thought, At the promise of future pain. Her memory fades even more now, Blanked, erased, and disconnected. I see

When the brimstone burns and the sinners beg down below, All begin to scream with echoing bellows. The only way you’ll see me is standing on Your grave, Laughing at the irony, sounding so Depraved. And as i laugh and dance while throwing Back my head, I will celebrate and party now that you are Finally dead. And when the demons take you down I will Scream out my joy, I will kick up your grave soil Don't even try me boy! And then i will run away, Run away, Leaving the stress behind. I will laugh and pray and scream and shout, But you won't ever hear me cry! And when you are bellowing, looking for Someone to blame, I will stand at the top of the hills where The demons now know my name. My name might mean white water, But I rather like it so, And the desperate will hear it prayed Wherever I might go. The only name you will scream is the one My mama gave me. So let it flow from your lips in the shape Of a miserable plea. Im running away, Funning far