Places of sickness nurse me cold  Attendant whiteness glare in dark  Straighten out the winding sheet  Twisted round in poorest dreams  Shattered proofing of the lost  Splinter shackled, little wounds  Of cruelty and truth, they tie  The one way sickness up inside  Regressive smile, a babys laugh  A learnt contortion of the mouth  Places of laughter leave me cool  Hot fire dying down to ash  Beauty breezes through so swift  Endless roundabout of grief  Not much to ask, a rightful place  Where nothing matters, but can touch  Without a sinking heart, this sigh  Could be the wind among the leaves  This pain does not belong to me  They've taken everything away  To nurse the sicknesses of loss  Instilled with fear and bleachy guilt  Impatient winds up in her cloth  The tired shoes are splitting up  With weighty promises of love  Waiting for the last to fall away  Buckle noose around the strap  All that separates the flesh  From green grass or sinking mud  Stagnating, knowing the delusion  Clean sheets waiting for a body  Slapped into life and slowly gutted  A place of sickness is to die in  Tired of the cruelty and lying  Drip-fed tears of the forsaken  They say "we'll soon have you up and walking"  Took the prison for a stronghold  Took the lies for a love-song  Paid for life on a shoestring  Waiting for the last to fall away  Buckle noose around the strap  All that separates the flesh