Wake up and smell your mothers pancakes on a Sunday morning before church while your dad is watching cartoons wanting to be a kid again
The childhood he never had is on tv
The food his mother could never afford is on the pan cooking
You wake up and hear the hope birds sing while you inhale the scentless air
Stepping inside; your sister greets you with a hug
Knowing she doesn't mean them, you smile anyways
On the way to church the thoughts of provoking ****** things come up while the bible is on your lap
The bible slowly starts to rise
What am I?
What are you?
What is your purpose?
You stare at the priest with such questionable doubt
Is he lying to me?
You walk out of church with tears rolling down your eyes and suddenly realize you're in a dream, and you have to wake up soon because the questions you're asking  yourself are hurting you
You take the train to the city
Listen to the birds for the last time, take the elevator to the highest floor of your favorite building and throw away your body to the empty air that feels like a million swords stabbing you as you're going down quickly
Your eyes open, and gold gates are opening
Hell is deceiving, you'll die a million more times tonight
I'm alive