“Something is missing–”
the sad man said,
“something is missing
inside my head.
A million things I knew to say,
but none of them ever came to stay.”

“Something is missing–”
the dead man said,
“something is missing,
it might be my head.
I fooled you one, I fooled you twice,
but you killed my afore I could do it thrice.”

“Something is missing–”
my daughter said,
“something is missing
a long red thread.
I had a lover one short may,
’til you killed him on that day.”

“Something is missing–”
I know I said,
“something is missing,
my soul has fled.
Daughter buried, her lover dead,
my heart unto the end has bled.”