My soul is black
My heart is emptied
The canvas is artless
Your love I lack
Starving in a world of plenty
There is nothing
But requiem
For the dead
And I cannot cry
For I am emptied of empathy
I am vapid and silent
Watching the pyre burn
An ungodly silence hovers
A pale gray covers
We cannot escape the tomb
Prepared for us first
By our mothers
