Funeral of hearts

she was the sun shining upon the tomb of your hopes and dreams so frail

he was the moon painting you with its glow so vulnerable and palelove's the funeral of hearts

and an ode for cruelty
when angels cry blood
on flowers of evil in bloom
the funeral of hearts
and a plea for mercy
when love is a gun
separating me from you

she was the wind carrying in all the troubles and fears you’ve for years tried to forget

he was the fire, restless and wild and you were like a moth to that flame

the heretic seal beyond divine
a prayer to a god who’s deaf and blind
three little words and a question:
why?