Sympathy

With a role of my tongue and the tip of my "shoo!"s
I force from my mouth this emotional rouse
That extends to the deepest and darkest of truths
Expressing the black of my soul through-and-through.

Pretending to mend what's been mended by fire
Consuming pure love with this business attire
I carry the burden I'm bound to retire
When all of my memories fail to inspire.

I sit in my element, resting my head
My intellect bound by mere needle and thread
A cost that could only be paid by the dead
A cost that a hopeless man only might dread.