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.