Gathering a parts
Crannied divided shards
Loss of my compound
Internally disbanded

Withering, in misery, fusion reacting
With dissonance, blistering, in my interior

Shattered I, will revive, once the source will
relight
Sculping I, with insides, of once i've stripped to
pieces

Fitting faceskin cover
With the death suffered smile
Noone sees the reason
Of that sickness revival