Music for the Recently Bereaved

Tonight rains for us only

For the sick and the lonely

For the hollow and broken

The firmament tears

Tonight rain falls

For us only

Forgiving

Absoluting guilt

Proviidng a mask

To disguise

The depravity we seek

When she became all that she became

There was nothing left to recognise

The emptiness kills

So she fucked herself dry

And could no longer try

To feel anything inside

A black and white still

Of the actress at night

Captured in monochrome

For the theatre wall

The mirror can not reflect

The beauty she expects

And there is nothing left

To lose

Or to gain

In the end

When she became all that she became

There was nothing left to recognise

There is no-one left to remember you when I am gone

Dead London sighs dense anxiety out of black Westminster lungs full of sickness.

A decomposing clamber that infects his every puddle grazed foot foward, while the population dreams safely asleep...