Pieta (Illnath)

Your smile so dim, your eyes alive A gesture hides a vicious lie Your face so clean, but deep inside I know you're hiding something A trace so faint, a chisel's scar Carved piece by piece who you are His head held high, but deep inside I know you're hiding something Pieta, you're the one and only truly holy sculpture So now... sentenced by the divine tool I wheel he falls down A crack and crackle, a thin black sear Upon the surface pale and raw Frozen for now, neatly carved Deep in silence, clutching at straws I crush the face, the crumbling lines An expanding maze that seems alive Again alone, you're face is gone Still I see no confession coming from Your soul, your core, your hand, your son Still I know you're hiding something I sit and wait, then un-create My mind confused and filled with hate I marvel at our common fate Still I know you're hiding something Pieta, you're the one and only truly holy sculpture So now... sentenced by the divine tool I wheel he falls down Another crack upon the marble Disfigurement I don't even enjoy I see it now, though in vain I see how perfect art is pain And as I make you dissolve I see the secret that I have destroyed