Who are you?
To you take sobs from widowed ones
And weave them to your bones
You steal the grief of death and pain
And rob the flowerless tombs?
And there beneath the shadowed veil
You plant them in your flesh
You, who rob grief of its rights,
And glorify the Death.
The world was cut in dark and light
And now the shadows are bare
For you have gathered them to yourself
And found a solace there.
The knife-cuts on your bloody arms
The lies you relish, and devour
The feeding off sad beauty's charms
Should shame you, not empower.
The tears belonged to orphaned girls
And funeral attendees
They weren't for you to wield to death
And squander when you please.
There was a beauty in shadow,
Against the brilliant sun
But inky black across the map
Does not help anyone.
You make tears and pain worthless
You make their beauty fade
And though you think you're trapped like this
It is a trap you made.