Fingers crawl through greasy hair,
He can only twitch and cry,
Flooded by grief too strong to bear,
He wishes just to die.
Emotion drips from pallid skin,
Eyes glazed, voice hoarse.
She is gone because of him,
Despair lies tangled in remorse.
Inside his arm, a mark grown dark,
Its Bestower keeps the lines from blurring.
To deceive that being, a plan embarks,
All loyalties are turning.
Distort this mentality,
Wash out normality,
To hell with neutrality,
Disguise the reality.
Pretense is a constant tread,
Like climbing steps that cease to end,
Never does the scheme go dead,
But feet stumble as emotions bend.
Along the way, trust is tried,
Expressly due to ambiguity.
So they act on blind belief,
Forcing the man to openly flee.
Use the vitality,
Wipe out totality,
To hell with fatality,
Keep the morality.
With last thoughts seeping through his head,
To find redemption in the end,
He passes on what can't be said:
To aid her son, he did intend.