Tears of the dead,
Wiped away with a tissue of lead.
Liquid smiles fall to the ground,
And land at your feet with no sound.
Souls in agony,
Trapped in a star-shaped case.
Velvet eyes covered in lace.
Hands as cold as ice,
Touch you as softly as butterflies.
As you slowly get drawn in,
You fear you will never be free again.
Breathless and weak,
You accept your defeat.
With no words said,
Kiss the dead.