The pain of death never goes away
it stays and rots and sings all day
because it cannot do anything but stay
until it lets itself be felt by anyone in its way
It demands to be felt by the trees
By people that have fallen to their knees
By those who cannot get up
By wilted roses and tulip cups
and no one can get away
because the pain of death is here to stay
the trees sing in sorrow
the rabbit stays in its burrow
and the pain of death sings
even with the sound of bells and wedding rings
because it can be masked by happiness
but it cannot be taken away by sappiness
It makes you cry with the mention of the past
and that will always last
because someone was lost
at such a high cost
of a hole in your heart
that can only come apart
if you sit and think staring at the mirror
and your own reflection,
is it getting clearer?
can you see your complexion?
or is it blurred by the past?
by those you have lost?
because you happened to outlast
those who are now lying under the frost