For you I cry

Written by: Pandora Bruwer

We are the chosen few
Oh so rare
Black roses
Fragile petals bare

We carry your pain
for everyone to see
Our faces white
with your perversion

Eyes blackened 
for your suffering
A black waning mouth
Your starvation

These blackened nails
your famine expressed
Arms riddled by scars
Your war torn countries

And I cry for you
Your pain, your suffering
Your corruption,
your selfishness
Not for your 
disgust of me

I pity you, as I am riding
with the four horsemen
of the apocalypse