Hope-Town

Tell me why my uncle died before I was alive

He was just like me my momma said

Violent crimes, crazy girls, rejection, bullet had to select him on the beach blood on the sand

Spartacus, Five Iron Frenzy said Spartan that ladies heart was closed so tight

Jesus save me from myself tonight, she had to shoot be cause the feelings weren't mutual

Revenge I feel it, when I was 8 years old started crying for an unknown soul, why

Because my uncle died

Five Shots to the heart, all over

I am throwing my arms around what, nothing becauase my uncle died

Mortem, more to me, Morrisey told me to throw my arms around paris because only stone and steel

Accepts my love

But wait if I am throwing my arms around stone I might as well hug the woman who killed him

I'd yell in her ear just to make sure she is listening

Because at the end of the day my family hurts and she is walking the streets yet again

Short story, this is a short poem, but has more characters than my uncles life

Man the pain cuts deep like  a cold knife

The reason why I write is for Hopeton, my uncle, living in Heaven I call it Hopetown

Because I will see him again.