Splinters
Vast sorrow
Weep to behold him
Bask in his sublime light
Strong hands fade
My life torn asunder
It's all reaction to grief
It's even a struggle to breathe
A life left in splinters beneath
My soul is a tomb bereaved
Slowly murdered day by day
The solemn light in a dying gaze
Say your prayers to the god reviled
And tear the father from his child