Saviour?
You could de-construct my pieces,
find your way inside.
Tap at the stone
that replaced my heart;
hope to hear an echo.
You could climb into the abysm
that used to house my soul.
Close your eyes in its darkness
find a memory of before.
You could creep into my mind;
find the joy that someone stole.
You could.
I wish you would.
But you won’t.