Ligature Hymnal

Under a bridge where I lay for years
A severed limb I had buried here

Try not to waste
This apogee of my love
Starting to feel like I wouldn’t amount to much when
It encompasses everything
I hold and forever aggrandise
Dead it is, decayed I was
Ties that only grow taut with each passing day
Parallel the extent to which I would stray
From
Lacking in a meaning or a reason to define

I was lacking in a means by which to
Rearrange all of my thoughts in hopes of
Subduing a yearning I couldn’t fathom could occur

Under a bridge where I lay for years
Ligature hymn to which I adhere

Try not to face
This effigy of my trust
Starting to feel like I wouldn’t amount to much when
It encompasses everything
I hold and forever aggrandise
Dead it is
Ties that only grow taut with each passing day
Parallel the extent to which I would stray
From
Lacking in a meaning or a reason to define

I was lacking in a means by which to
Rearrange all of my thoughts in hopes of
Subduing a yearning I couldn’t fathom could occur

Irritate the Sphenoid bone