Colors fade as laughter,
broken vessels lay across windswept shores,
Silken voices give no comfort,
though they beckon and woo,
but fall upon deaf eyes,
and blinded ears.
Hands wrought in atrophy,
a broken servant
bleeding upon a cracked altar.
Music sings, but only to rub raw
the skin and prick the corruption
settling beneath it.
Silence where once was sight,
Greyed hues where once gave melody
A jumbled puzzle of wrong.