The sorrow stitched into my soul
Became not part, but all my whole.
The worry woven in my wounds
Has locked the doors that seal my tomb.
The little lies that line my loom
Detail my future and my doom.
The fabric of my fallacies
Continues stretching over me.
The thread that ties me up in a bow
Is suffering the pain and woe.
The sorrow stitched into my soul
Became not part, but all my whole.