Nameless

Born into a drawer
a chilling, creeping cold
a paper blanket worn
insides growing old

a string around a toe
a blank, without a name
this mangled, tortured body
no one ever claimed

dipped into the dirt
covered up by wood
looking up to surface
a place, nobody stood

no one says a soft word
no one throws a flower
a slowly creeping darkness
your soul it will devour