The Morgue for the Remnants In here, so cold,As lifeless as a morgue.Fingers and faces, blue and black.All the lights out, no stirrings,Every body bag forgotten.Blank labels, empty entrails.Light waning, days draining,Every minute left alone,Every second forbidden to move.White tiles, bright lighting,Darkest shadows come out of hiding.They see but they cannot sound.Doors sliding, scalpels slicing, Draining all my thoughts and feelings,Memories slip down the drain.Still frozen, on the outside,But on inside I am wailing.Yet the night is still progressing.Where to go with no hope?For metal boxes now entomb me.Far away and consigned t