What’s in a name?

It holds Her heart,

The player of this game

Whether She’s stuck at the start

Or known widely of Her fame.

What part?

Where does She start?

Where does She end?

Is it at the skin?

Or do they rend

Her thin?

Whether I can defend,

Whether I can win.

I feel it crawling beneath my skin.

A saving Grace.

Somewhere far away.

She has left this place.

I will follow someday.

I will tear off this wretched face.

But I am not to blame,

And I will not forget Her true name.