They rescued my pieces,
but forgot to CPR the spirit;
saw my condition,
badly I might needed resurrection;
with skinned bones,
stoles hopes,
frozen eyes,
blinded vice;
I let them do their part,
stitching me together from start;

Lost was my case,
bleeding inside like lace;
the life I wanted,
torn apart without warning;
I suspected,
never fully in doubt,
thought my working could be corrected,
without extra hours bout;...