One to and for one
seems to come undone
with seams that read fun
and stitches that run, mundane
a sweaters rest seen amidst pain
a bare body crying out to be but plain
for not much longer can it carry the insane
of what was once is now but a stain
a mercy resigned against the strain
for what was always an untimely drain
was but hope to be ordained sane
is now a race against times reign
to outlast the ticks and tocks ultimate fame
with no, one picture resting in frame
but now be a present to some unknown gain
or to the inevitable will, this body claims
too soon to tell a story, as none will remain.