Demure strings
Will cry out
A deafened name
Crimson washes my mind
As each note
Begs to enter my ears
Please god come home
I can't stand to
Forget this face
This lay on hand
To my pestilent disorder
Fills the gash
Death carved into my mind
Forever forgotten tongues
Blinded by time
Nurse the unborn child
That I once knew
Dregs Chafe
An already festered sore
As tears sear
The balmy crust
Of corporeal timber
And know
That its stricken stoma
Sobs a hymn
That only the survivor knows