Lacrimosa

He goes by the name of Lacrimosa He is the plain picture of a man Those who don’t know him see him as a monster But you and I know better that he is a broken friend His smile drips of sorrow His walk is that of a footless ghost And should you accept his outstretched hand And succumb to the adoring nature of his gaze He will lead you away to a dreary place That he calls home And the monster will sing sweet nothings to you And hold you safely in his arms And though the smile on his orchid face may weep for you Do not be ungrateful, as it is for you You can shudder and shake and claw to get away But you need him as much as he needs you This puppet man who hangs from a single string Neck crooked and marbled and hanging to the side Will frighten and disturb those who can’t see his face But he will protect you from the ones who claim to love you dear He’ll hold you close and wherever you go He’ll be there by your side, his cold hand grasping your own He’ll be everything you need so you’ll never be alone He’ll share with you his tears and guilt and blame And for these gifts he asks nothing in return But your companionship and smile for only a small time He knows you cannot stay forever by his side So when you’re ready to say goodbye He’ll let you go And he’ll insist that you keep his gifts But in time you may throw them away And turn your back on the weeping thing Who gave all he had in your time of need And let his crying fade away But don’t look back or you’ll see him there Extending his hand, begging to hold you in his arms once more And should you choose to return to him He will always welcome you And make a place for you by his side And one day you may decide To snuff out the man on a string To throw the gifts he gave back in his blotched, orchid face And run far far away So that never again will you see his smile so grayed Or feel the icy sting of his clammy embrace Never again will you sigh in the arms of a love once held dearer Now burdened whenever they look in the mirror With the image of what they at one time feared Of a sad smile painted on the picture of a man Neck crooked and marbled and hung by a string Dangling a smile loose to the side Tears scarring his cheeks His arms open wide A monster posing as a broken friend Who goes by the name of Lacrimosa