Written by: King-Galaxius Stravinsky

The second time I remember we meet. Looking at you upon my visit.
Rotted black encrusted feet. No longer lustrous and standing.
Nasal gastric tube in your nare. No running scheduled feedings.
Seeing you abandoned in the nursing home showed that the staff no longer had 
any cares.
Balled in a fetal position. Shocked that you were ravaged.