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...