“Man Maker”

The sky is null, there are no stars 
To foretell what is yet to come
The cell has neither walls nor bars

To keep its secret safe above 

And all that ever will draw breath, 
Its desire, a gift to bring
This little soul lost before death,
What has it to do with anything?

It shall remain, when all is said 
With god to light its doubtful eyes
Before the living, after the dead 
It’s precious, though it never dies 

Crying for the lack of a face

Fighting in vain for my embrace 

I might forget it's toxic traits 

The morbidity of the art 
It made our fate seem easier  
In the shards of your broken heart
Beauty fixed with the macabre

Still it may know what shouldn't hurt  
Removing the stain from the skirt 
See and feel of what life is worth 

Filling this world with a blessing 

Crying for the lack of a face

Fighting in vain for my embrace

To keep its offspring oh so safe  

I might forget it’s toxic traits