Journey into my ill mind pt1

Here I sit with a bottle down,
Yet I still here the voices of people laughing as I start to frown.
As I lite my cigarette the room engulfs in embers,
As images of people show that I still remember.

Men and women,
And even children.
They share words with each other,
Then I hear the voice of that old dark mother.

(Dark Mother)
Your time has passed,
Your body is trashed.
Come home to your mother,
To your sisters and brothers.

We've been awaiting your arrival,
Lay to rest, your heart is idle.
Embrace us as you once did before,
Be rid of this pain forever more.

(me)
You are not my mother,
Nor are they my sisters and brothers!
I have my purpose, my reason,
My time has yet to past this season.

(Dark Mother)
I gave you life when you were born,
From my cold grip I gave you heat to keep you warm!
I gave you a gift and I will take it back,
No more mercy, from now on I will cut you no slack!

These flames around you will be your end,
That's one of the reasons why I took your friend!
You are a vessel, a weapon of my command,
I kept you alive with my own two hands!

(me)
You gave me nothing,
Through every surgery, through every obstacle, I over came everything!
Yet you stand before me with open arms,
Promising shelter, promising to rid me of further harm.

(Dark Mother)
You ungrateful...

(me)
Retract your tongue or see it removed from mouth!
You want to see my corpse laying still on the ground?
Then you have to wait like the others!
When that time comes, then and only then will you be my mother!

Remove self from sight,
I grow weary in this late night.

(Dark Mother)
You will rejoin us, you will come home,
And when you do, never again shall you be alone.
Here's a refill on your bottle, on me,
Forever my son, you shall always be.

The images fade as the embers die out,
My cigarette is done as I put another to my mouth.
This wasn't the first time death appeared to me,
As I sit back and think on those old memories....