These scars you've left upon this form. . .
Blur through my vision, obscure what's real
Yet I seek no vengeance, and none made blind. . .
But your taste, of my secret to heal. . .
Every sickened bone is on the list for taking home.
All in laid bare. . .
If barely come through. . .
Through all but my heart. . .
My heart all for you.