The Lake

Her expression mistakes
Questions be
But I am more than a stranger
And she is much more to me
Than some lifeless forgotten remains
I reach out for a hand
(?) A softness I feel no longer
And each life that crawls from her
flesh will invite something new to come in
And so each now will return
Witness it
The putrid become the (?)
I guess I am still under her spell
Like each one I bring to this place
Down on the lake