An Artist's Apology
I'm sorry for the pain that I have wrought
Amidst my quest for beauty in deceit
But never say my efforts were for naught
For, finally, in my death, I feel complete
I'm sorry for the masses' tasteless ways
That surely led to all these crooked ends
Still, even through the darkness of the days
I wish that I could stay, and make amends
I'm sorry for my motives, for my greed.
I wanted for redemption in your eyes
Not just a want, an ever-present need
To threaten those whose cruelty I despise
I'm sorry for the lives that will not be
And for all those cut short in deepest night
So rest assured, you have my sympathy
Though I could never replicate their plight
I'm sorry for the children you have lost
Quite from the start, their pain we disbelieved
And now it's you who must survive the cost;
The ever-present cries of those bereaved
I'm sorry for those who refuse to yield
The rebels who will die for their belief
If I could draft my talents as a shield
I would attempt, at any cost, to lend relief
I'm sorry to the ones that I will miss
But surely they will understand my choice
Remember me, and find, though nightfall, bliss
Recall that, through design, I found my voice
I'm sorry for the ones who still must fight
The darkness, though I back their every breath
But tell them, now I've finally seen a light
I know that all which waits for me is death
-x
Oh, Cinna. How I love you. Dedicated to my favorite stylist, of course.