The Loss

By Cursive

On Devourer

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A dirty baby cries

Abandoned on a moonlit drive

She holds her arms above her head

Crying for her mother, yet

There’s nobody in sight

Fallen from the nest

Life is but a test

Does no one ever get the answers right?

I woke in a sweat

A macabre dream I won’t soon forget

A bitter love bedraggled in mud

Had crept into our bedroom

Oh, the past demands a debt

Our ghosts are never dead

Their arms above their heads

Wailing at a miscarried moon, ‘why?’

Rest, my love

The nightmare is over

Life is but a loss

Death is all it costs

What a brutal, devastating price