Already what would kill you was
There killing you before you did
Those things that strip my memories
Of you of love already what
Would kill you was there in the scans
Later I saw stained light how hard
It was and is still to accept
An innocent a physical illness
As an excuse I wanted you to
Have wounded me with your whole heart
As I had thought you loved me grand–
mother for what love ever did
I fight so fiercely as I fought
To keep the harm you did to me