Find My Body

My Funeral

My death is dignified by all your crying,
if you cry enough, maybe I will forgive you for it
You stand by my lover and my father and mother,
and they resent the image of you and me

I lay in flowers, painting beauty on my stature,
but you see the white skin beneath the copper
Maybe I am the venus in this universe of people,
and they just cannot see what I am

I am the newest prophet laying on his back,
and I hang from a cross, not a rope, just to prove that
I am sure that If you were the one holding this speech,
you would say: "She sinner who dug her grave before me"

And you have had my permission since the day that we met,
to tarnish my little defenseless name
You knew all along, that my death would go on,
and so you shed all your tears into my cold palm