Why isn't your heart breaking like Mine?

I hold you together, like a leather binding while my own pages scatter
Glistening eyes, I trace your dry cheek with mine own fingers

But who shall comfort the comforter?
Can the mouse comfort the cat?
or the antelope the lion in its den?

You cry into my hands with acid tears
Leaning upon my shoulder with a knife

But who will love the lover?
Can the light love the darkness?
or the good the evil?