Inhale, and Sever the Left Hand

Never knowing how this would begin, only that it would
Algebraic wounds ten fold, marked in deepening lines
Feeble wood, stained by all of life and carrion woe
Threshold in shadowed grief and joy, it shifts and sighs

"No one utters the word, but we all knew what it meant"
One of the first, to the very last
So fitting, (but how it makes me weep)

Hollowed beyond all recognition
A joyless shell mirrored within the dust
While manifestations justly loom
Paper thin bone and ache is all that remains



Credits
Writer(s): Ben C. Read, Joe Bonnett
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