My bride to comfort me

when all seems lost

A kiss upon my brow

to soften my suffering

She means so well

I haven't the heart

To tell her

my smile was forced.



My mother cries for me when no one will

Her words of compassion swell my eyes

"It's not fair this has happened to you,

And I'd do anything to take away your pain"



My rage to help me through the day

And visions of black to cure my loss

I taunt the pain to prove it's real

And greet my facade with a grin



Look what your God has made me

Placing spikes within my flesh

A crown of nails for my sunken head

To shy away from this freak