Baby bones

Child of night, why do you cry?
The policies you lived by left you made to suffer.
In pain they created you; I see the scar in your eyes they gave you.
Your mind was torn - Is that the only place it hurts?
Did they take away your hiding-spots, those black recesses of calm?
No one could hurt you in your world, could they?
Could they, baby bones.

You loved and served them. Made music dark and beautiful.
And they destroyed you in their image.
They made you dependent and selfish.
They couldn't feel; You felt way too much.
They never had a heart like yours, not when it mattered.
But yours isn't so pretty anymore... Black, kicked apart...

Baby bones make rusty cages.
You're missing the parts that made you smile.
It's been a long long time. Time abides.
I don't imagine you even care anymore.

(with Susannah Ballinger)