My name is Aly 
Requiem for Lana
we gather with the gloom
and lay down flowers, pink and white
with dignified sobriety
I pray to gods unnamed
I can’t stand to see them cry
for a girl who still lives on
though marred now so grotesquely
they’d never recognize her face
(oh so very ugly!)
and even with your body rotting
beneath six feet of soil
I find that I’m still walking
with your soul beneath my shoes
I know you’d cry if the dead shed tears
for all that we have lost
but at least you left triumphant
you can say that you were loved