I’m the pretty thing that time forgot, I’ve been left to sing and rot.
I unmarked, the one you miss, I’m the closing clawing fist.
I’m a soul to those of foe, once seen back to and fro.
Deuce deranged, tetrad missed.
Wailing mess, silent twist.
Remember the time, we use to dance?
You the stab and I the chance?
Shredded arms in shifting skin;
Dressing gown of braided sin.
Yes you the thing that I forgot,
You the act unlearned, untaught.