to my undead
those left behind by the shadows
a kiss from the grave
to wipe your subtle tears
a rose by your bed side
to comfort you at night
you are still my beloved
tears do not wash away the pain
but they soothe it
wailing does not stop the agony
but it comforts it
take heart my love
i depart from you not in vain
i wish a way to kill the sorrow
that although i live in your memory
i bring you not pain but joy
for your pain is my pain
i cannot rest while you cry
so smile a while my love
that i may see you
that death may make meaning to me
and i can once again be your bringer of joy
and not your provider of sorrow