Decisions Of The Mourned

Their head

Is in 

the Stars 

Their mind 

Split 

In two 

No longer

left 

And right 

But his world

and 

hers

His,

A burning hellfire

Clearing all in its path 

Hers

A garden of generality 

And generosity 

To be torn is 

to never be seen 

Fallen through the cracks 

Of his world

Oh to be seen 

Is to never be torn 

Decisions decisions

Are for the mourned