The Unbereaved

No kindly words to spare

Those arid eyes won’t shed a tear

No cards of sympathy

Your spite seared in my memory

Never to be carefree

No running with that happy breed

Memento mori

You are the unbereaved

As we are you shall be

The ruination that you weave

The bitter fruit you’re sure to reap

Cares like shadows follow me

So soon to be your destiny

Never to be carefree

No running with that happy breed

Memento mori

You are the unbereaved

As we are you shall be

You were the unbereaved

So watch your words

Until you’ve learned

Nobody knows till it’s their turn

Life comes and goes

So watch your words

Nobody misses their turn

The ruination that you reap

The bitter fruit your sure to reap

Fake friend and paramour

So ignorant of what’s in store