I see a ghost like figure or apparition,
In my toy room
A home that anyone could get lost,
A room never a room.
Apparition came to me
To see me
She was very angry, she met me,
Why? I don't know for it was just me.
But, I called her,
In my deep sleep,
I refer to her
As 'Dead Mary' thrice in my sleep.
For I don't know,
Where she went to,
She was already dead that I know,
How I know so?
I rather had a chance to meet her in Hell,
When I would be dead,
Like always, my soul would go to Hell and swell,
Mind it, for I would be dead.
Burning in Hell like Queen 'Dead' Mary (of Scotts) away,
And then cast away,
She was mad and away,
For my works and achievements would take me away.
Away from my parents,
I would be a dead figure,
Or rather apparition for few days are left for me as presents,
Rather a living figure.
That you do so
As I say so
For I would be with God or so.
It would take you to Hell and not Heaven,
But I have sacrificed myself for Hell,
As suicide people can't vauch for Heaven,
I don't have power that's why I would rot in Hell.
Instead of anyone, you or them,
But not Queen 'mad' Mary
I would protect my dear ones,
loved ones especially God.
Till the depart of my soul,
For 'after-life' and beyond that.
Friday, February 26, 2021