My Body, a Funeral

My Dying Bride

The ruin of your face 
Pours down like lead tears 
As you sit by my side 
Confess to me your fears 
Drink deep the wreck of me 
My body is a funeral 

I fail to find comfort 
In your pale cold eyes 
Worn loosely about me 
You hang there dying off me 
Deep in the misery 
Of my long arms, weeping 
I cradle your tired head 
This moment for the keeping 

Her hand raised from the shadows in silence 
Like a dying victim of a biblical plague 
A strange mix of innocence and horror 
Gushed from her red rimmed and swollen eyes 
Resentment conquers sympathy and I turn my back 
Her burning stare, like a minute blazing suns 
Roars into the back of my head 
And I simply move away 

I will sing you this song of 
All my pain, so listen 
Great roaring, tears pouring 
Down unto me from my lover 
The winter in your soul 
Has frozen me forever