Mother's Dead
By,
Amber Campbell

Mother's Dead
I swear she is
She's pouring herself a grave
And settling in

Well, she's dying for sure
The rest I don't know
But I know where the love once was
Is where the mold grows

She's drinking so madly
Where does it go?
She must be hallow
With all that liquid she tows

Must be hard to look in the mirror
The state that she's in
She might be blind
Stuck herself with addiction pins

Sometimes I see someone
Resembling who I used to know
It must be a ghost, a fading memory
Or a play, a show

She's bitter as an apple
Her core is rotten
Her decency is gone
And morals long forgotten

I wonder when she buried herself
Six feet under, digging more each day
She's swallowing dirt
And I haven't even marked the grave

I wish I had a date
So I could say when my mother died
Cause of death the alcoholism
Her whole body burnt and fried

So she must be dead
How could she live?
With that much abuse
Surely something has to give

She's not a mother, not mine at least
She's not the same
My feelings are nothing in her wake
I'm a pawn, it's her game

So my mother's dead
My mother's dead
She took alcohol's bullet
And took one good shot to the head