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Dead in this House

Contributed by ginsdance on Tuesday, 7th July 2020 @ 04:13:44 AM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry

Heís dead in our house to my daughter.
If she asks, he died in the war.
Because while heís breathing and moving and living-
His soul just isnít there anymore.
Thereís no waiting by window
For someone who will never come-
Thereís no making phone calls-
For someone who will never pick up.
Itís a really hard decision-
One I pray you never have to choose.
But between him and my daughter,
Well, we all knew who had to lose.

So heís dead in my house to my daughter.
If she asks he died in the war.
Because while heís moving and breathing and living-
His soul isnít there anymore.
Iím not chancing his drinking-
She will not suffer his rage-
I stopped caring about what everyoneís saying-
Sheís more important than his games.

I donít need your support,
Weíve been fine this long-
Please stay out of our lives,
You made the choice to get gone.
Your dead in this house to our daughter!
When she asks you died in the war!
Because while youíre standing here talking to me-
Your soul isnít here anymore!
Yes youíre dead in this house to us!
Youíre a ghost that Iím just able to touch!
Youíre pictures and memories,
Please just Rest In Peace!
Go on, out the door,
What are you waiting for?
There is nothing left here for you anymore!
Iím calling the exorcist,
How did it come to this?

Youíre dead in this house to my daughter.
If she asks you died in the war.
Go back to your bottle, your demons, your drama,
The funeralís tomorrow-
Because your dead in this house,
Oh you are dead in this house,
Yes, you are dead in this house
To my daughter.

Copyright © ginsdance ... [ 2020-07-07 04:13:44]
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Re: Dead in this House (User Rating: 1 )
by JamesStockdale on Friday, 10th July 2020 @ 02:53:48 PM AEST
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Very sad but beautifully written.

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