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