Mishandled&Mishaped

You're my worst casualty, the collage of your skin
You're my favourite sedative, to erase all, now let's begin
The point at which our hands did part, that split second
You left my sight
Carried through this constant explosion
Each panicked breathe, he left my sight

War wounds that give a sublime taste
Your consequence is left to fate
That guillotine across the room, sharpened in politeness
For your comfort he whispers "It will be over soon"

I'm your worst creation, damaged in a subtle way
I'm your favourite consultation, lost and found, compelled to stay
That laugh, that smile moulded on your face
An unsightly tremor, you give yourself away each time
Confusion settled upon you chest
Configured payment to the best, you give yourself away each time

To gain this trial or to let it cease
With the final capsule lay until your heart slows it's beat
A widowed bride with an angelic face
She laughed so heartily yet spoke with but a murmur
"He has found his golden place"

Shatters in the circumstance, still keeping up appearances
His shivers are infrequent while his warmth has passed its stay
Tied up to this life line when the hope seems lost and bleak
This weapon was mishandled
His grave was dug 6ft deep.