What Never Was

On a clean, scarlet coffin
Carefully drips the crimson blood
Quietly without a sound
Clashing colors in a flood

The woman holding a tissue
Wipes it clean, leaves it pure
Her heart is throbbing under
A demeanor so demure

The man wants to paint it
Leave it black with sorrow
Deep down, unable to bear
Unable to ponder tomorrow

The child cannot comprehend
A family of lies torn apart
So pretends this shattered end
Is the fresh line of start

So as the coffin descends
With grace upon the soiled earth
Three images stand broken
Conflicted with death upon this birth