A ring.
Again it comes,
To tear at my liver.
A ring.
I know, because
Here it comes.
A ring.
I am betrayed as always:
My senses heed the sound,
The horror.
A ring.
I seek a sanctuary, for
My cause is lost.
A ring. A ring.
Reasons obstinate
And wrong,
Rip a fissure through my warmth.
A ring.

And so I pray:
Good Morning.
But who do these prayers go to?