Let me take you back Remember? I was a clean Crisp Bright Sheet I was Hanging on a line Singing Sunshine with the breeze I was thinking What ought I In futuretimes Be Perhaps I would one day become the preferred shirt of a lyrical poet or the garment Loved by a beloved and treasured long after they'd loved and moved on The lover Seeking solace From the odour Left In me I would maybe be the cloth that covered lovers as they sweated and sticky grasped each others Melting parts I saw me being dyed purple become master of everything A King of Fabrics the cloth of time And for a time I was treasured but cleaning Left scars And each days efforts Left Stretch marks And despite my service My protection from sharps My warmth in cold My comfort on harsh As I grew thin In places And demanded patches As stains bloomed Betrayal hatched in faces And upon my thinning skin I'm now folded Hastily And sit patiently At the bottom Of a pile Of others And I grow mould My unwelcome spawn In my creases As I'm crushed And so alone In the dark.