Why did you cut yourself at night?
Why did you drag a vengeful blade
Across your peaceful veins along the
Sacred River, trailing down your arm
Into the sticky, pungent wash of gin and tonic
Wasting away, getting wasted
While life flows out and down the silver drain?
Why did you hang a painted veil
On top of painted windows,
Shutting out the outside light
From your view behind the steering wheel?
What made you show your face to all the world,
But keep your soul behind a lock and key?
And leave the safe that holds your truth behind
To be uncovered some bleak night
By agents of the law, upon the dark occasion
Where you drove your silver chariot
Down the way of dark and dusty death?
Why did you make the people cry?
Why did you choose the path of least resistance
When all that everybody wanted
Was to know you just a little better than you let them?
What forced your precious, gemmed and manicured hand
To turn itself upon your perfect face,
And turn your fair complexion into
Something ripped, and torn, and utterly devoid
Of all the grace and charm it once possessed before
You made the choice to change it for the rest of time?
Why did you make the choice to die
When all you had to do was turn your back
And look away when jealous eyes were fixed upon your form?
Why did you never let the knight in shining armor in?
Why did you shut the gate and rig the moat with traps,
When all the faithful soldier ever wanted
Was to take a moment of your time to prove his worth?
Why did you close your heart and mind to love,
When love was all it took to take your mind
From thoughts of solitude and unforgiving critics,
From false friends who bowed and kissed your royal hand,
But cursed your very name and pedigree behind your back?
When love from that brave knight could take your fears away,
And turn your thoughts from cheap perfume and booze
To other things that matter more, like friendship, love and trust
And all the other people who would give an arm and leg
To really get to know you, give you a fair chance
To prove that you were more than just a pretty face and figure
To fawn all over one day, then forget - used up, tossed out, no more?
Why did you make the brave knight cry?
Why did you have to die?
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