EMBALMED

Imagine the denial of the men who shut the lights out
When they see you as a mannequin
Caked in unrecognizable makeup

Who here called you a junkie and a whore
as though they didn't lick their lips when you were a girl?
Who here has the gall to pray for your soul?

For the old men hell is hot but the world should beg forgiveness
You did nothing to deserve this