There is no fun in funeral
Family sits around the fire,
faces covered in pain.
I look up at the sky,
to see acid rain.
It's taking her down,
angel crown being stolen,
crown.
There is no fun in funeral.
I blink back a diamond,
before it falls.
Old pictures cover,
cover my house halls.
I'll miss her forever,
but I'll never again see her,
never.
There is no fun in funeral.
I lock myself up,
hide inside.
My hearts at an amusement park,
on a rollar coaster ride.
It's not with me,
at least,
not what I can see.
There is no fun in funeral.
This poem is about:
Me
My family