She sits by the river Styx waiting for her boat
a boat that will take her to the eternal depression of death
as she sits by the river the tears seem to trickle down her pale powder white cheeks
past her rose red lips, then fall to the floor to burn like acid
no personal Jesus at the end of the tunnel
the few words she whispers over...Christ like my mother
she was not supposed to be dead
the church had lied when they said god would protect
He didn't stop what they knew would happen
this girl had been ill a long time now
she could have survived if it wasn't for the mother
virgin mother looking down on this girl trying to protect her
Mothers are not as loving as they seem...this mother anyway
she was giving her loving daughter antimony.
what a poison to give a child
