Ever so slowly you fade away.
Bit by bit, some more each day.
There is no pain, you are receding.
And down inside, your heart is bleeding.

Numb and cold
You are so bold.
       …
Mummy this isn't who you are.
The woman you once were has traveled afar.
I miss you, mum. And this is true.
But there is nothing I can do.

Brace yourself for a small pinprick.
Mummy you will feel a bit sick.
Ha! Oh wait, you already are.
And I feel like all I've left are scars.

Oh god, how I wish I could help!
Yet all I do is make you melt.
Slipping through my fingers, and into the lords.
Daily you strum my weak heart’s cords.

And as I pour my soul out to you, it will make little difference...
Because you are a brick wall, soft to the touch.