50 years ago
05-27-2005, 12:11 AM
I don't even remember writing this...at all. But I saw it on my computer...and I was like :-O . It's nothing like what I usually write, it's a story... I think it's really good and has a moral. So um... check it out
*scratches* "She's in the attic...she's in the attic...she's in the attic..."
There was a frightful day, 20 years ago it started
Amy was so cute and special, she was a smart kid
We would play every night, on the monkey bars
We would shake and then fight til we laid with funky scars
December 8 was a different day, she said "Josh, do your best"
I gained speed and rammed into her, straight into her chest
She fell from those fateful bars, I heard a loud rippin sound
Just as she always does, but she didn't cry when she hit the ground
I helped her chest to mine, stressed to find no breath in her
How could I know that a normal fall would be the death of her?
Shock overtakes me , so it makes me make the wrong decision
They would blame the death on me, so I hid her among the livin
Blessed is the man who accepts death as a part of life
But this dear girl never had the chance to give her heart to Christ!
I die inside as I clutch her body and run away
Knowing innocence is dead, but guilt lives another day
Chorus;
Amy is dead right? Lost inside my mind
But this place in my mind
is a place she calls mine
And if this story is true
Why the fuck am I telling you?
By bringing you into Amy's ghost
I am failing you
I moved on over time, with a home and beautiful wife
I almost forgot that day, over time improving my life
But as I kissed my wife on the head, I shiver in panic
I hear shrieks and wails as I get in the attic
I merely went to grab a pen, think of yore and write
But I quickly shut the door, and fell to the floor in fright
"Dear God is this you? To punish me for my sins?
Is this Amy with a gate to Hell, searching for Revenge?"
I think back to weird phemomona I assumed were fakes
Some kind of sick joke, I saw a crucifix made with rakes
Or out the corner of my mind, there was an apparition
I tried to take a picture but just the grass...the ghost was missin
"Well Lord if this is punishment, let me face it with grace"
As I open the door to the attic and sheild my face
I see only a light, I open an eye and check around
Everything was in order, except when I look down
It was a single news clipping, but it made me gasp and sigh
It read "Girl survives near death incident, saved by passerby"
I fall to the floor and pray for forgiveness, I never even knew
Just because you assumesomethin it doesn't mean it's true
Chorus;
Amy is dead right? Lost inside my mind
But this place in my mind
is a place she calls mine
And if this story is true
Why the fuck am I telling you?
By bringing you into Amy's ghost
I am failing you
*scratches* "She's in the attic...she's in the attic...she's in the attic..."
There was a frightful day, 20 years ago it started
Amy was so cute and special, she was a smart kid
We would play every night, on the monkey bars
We would shake and then fight til we laid with funky scars
December 8 was a different day, she said "Josh, do your best"
I gained speed and rammed into her, straight into her chest
She fell from those fateful bars, I heard a loud rippin sound
Just as she always does, but she didn't cry when she hit the ground
I helped her chest to mine, stressed to find no breath in her
How could I know that a normal fall would be the death of her?
Shock overtakes me , so it makes me make the wrong decision
They would blame the death on me, so I hid her among the livin
Blessed is the man who accepts death as a part of life
But this dear girl never had the chance to give her heart to Christ!
I die inside as I clutch her body and run away
Knowing innocence is dead, but guilt lives another day
Chorus;
Amy is dead right? Lost inside my mind
But this place in my mind
is a place she calls mine
And if this story is true
Why the fuck am I telling you?
By bringing you into Amy's ghost
I am failing you
I moved on over time, with a home and beautiful wife
I almost forgot that day, over time improving my life
But as I kissed my wife on the head, I shiver in panic
I hear shrieks and wails as I get in the attic
I merely went to grab a pen, think of yore and write
But I quickly shut the door, and fell to the floor in fright
"Dear God is this you? To punish me for my sins?
Is this Amy with a gate to Hell, searching for Revenge?"
I think back to weird phemomona I assumed were fakes
Some kind of sick joke, I saw a crucifix made with rakes
Or out the corner of my mind, there was an apparition
I tried to take a picture but just the grass...the ghost was missin
"Well Lord if this is punishment, let me face it with grace"
As I open the door to the attic and sheild my face
I see only a light, I open an eye and check around
Everything was in order, except when I look down
It was a single news clipping, but it made me gasp and sigh
It read "Girl survives near death incident, saved by passerby"
I fall to the floor and pray for forgiveness, I never even knew
Just because you assumesomethin it doesn't mean it's true
Chorus;
Amy is dead right? Lost inside my mind
But this place in my mind
is a place she calls mine
And if this story is true
Why the fuck am I telling you?
By bringing you into Amy's ghost
I am failing you