Her hymn, it lingers Impassioned ears may heed the scripture Born into this I pray that I may exit this body and burn through another Born lost Maroon paint strokes fade the lost name I know in time they'll forget the words That they wrote for me Under your fingernails, I spelled a moniker Not easy to remember Wrapped in plastic meant for me You're still a monument to burned out wicks And candle wax spilling from the glass Pure erasure somber as it is sentimental There's no division in a body for which the soul has pure chemistry I was promised stone, such as granite, to lay eternally upon But here I lay mute, draped in glass not solid nor shattered Though my hair lived saturated in warm golden rays of sun She now sits meticulously preserved, Above cold darkened boards of wood I know in time they'll forget the words That they wrote for me Under your fingernails, I spelled a moniker Not easy to remember Tarnished canvas by paint so thin The work pressed to my eyes Tarnished canvas by paint so thin The work pressed to my eyes Now I can't un-see it Red reflects off those ruby eyes In my mirror, they look dimmer This curse I wake with, I sleep with The taste of lavender Boiling, it melts my tongue