The world shakes
As the morning wakes
To a shattered fate
A mourning mate
The aftermath of lives past
Their tortured mind all but ash
Drawn out over static facts
A bed of nails and wax
The missing middle strand
Ideas echoing so grand
The voice a master’s hand
A trinket from dreamland
Their missing mental half
A hold on realities match
Lost between here and that
Burning skin touched by facts
The world by mov