All the pieces
Such a mess abounds
In a cold dank room
They scatter all around
Would you take this from me?
Asks the facelessness​
The man with no eyes
His arms outstretched
No mouth to tell no lies
Could you help me?
No hands to stifle his cries
All these pieces
No way to pick them up
No glue to hold them
No eyes to behold them
Could you help me?