PITY FOR THE DAMNED
She can see them so hopeless, so helpless (helpless and small, so very small)
But not so in their minds (she fears, and fears rightly)
And she wonders just how it could all have gone so wrong
After all, wasn't it only yesterday when Bella was a child in her arms?
(Or maybe it was a thousand years ago)
And when she sees h i m, oh how her heart aches with pity
(Pity and the deepest despair, she wants to cry)
He's so empty now, not quite there
(She remembers when he played in the garden, free and ohsoveryalive)
But how could she feel sympathy for Rodolphus but not his little brother?
(She can't, she knows, just can't)
She wants to hold him tight and tell him it's alright
(But that would be lying, because it w o n ' t ever be alright, never again)
Yet for th e, the one who lies crying in his chair
(Begging, begging so hard for mercy, mercy that will never be, never ever be)
Nothing
( Nothing at all )
She doesn't care (doesn't want to care, can't bring herself to care)
Maybe (perhaps, mayhap, possibly, probably) she's drained of care
Doesn't have any left (none, none for the crying one, none, none, N O N E)
She would feel pity for him for her lack of pity for his plight (so dark, so grim)
(Were it not that she cannot feel any)
But even she sees the irony in that