out in the school yard, building a tomb for the beautiful 
skeleton asleep in your parents' room. and you couldn't 
find anyone to talk to so your heart was broken and 
nobody knew until the doctors opened you and what they 
found was the two halves beating separately and orbiting 
around your body with energy that sprung forth from the 
ground. your body's made of energy that comes from the 
ground. there's a black bird sitting on your bones, 
perched above your rib cage whistling the tones of a sad 
organ pumping the only way it knows, like the sound of 
ghosts thumping when the winter wind blows all those 
voices coming quickly and rocketing around to make your 
madness silky soft and white as down. with their cedar-
scented sadness and dressing gowns, they'll dry your 
cheeks with the torn sleeves of their faded dressing 
gowns. and how your love is like a vulture. and now it's 
circling around and it makes the sweetest sound, "i will 
be wanted. i will be wanted." and it feeds off what is 
dead. how your love is like a vulture it feeds off what 
is dead. and now it's circling around your head, how your 
love is like a vulture, it feeds off what is dead. i will 
be honest. i will be honest. i've not forgotten what i 
said, come and find me when you're dead. my heart is 
haunted. my heart is haunted 'cause now you're hanging 
around, now you're hanging around in the hereafter. 
happily ever after this, i said your name and blew a 
kiss. goodnight my love, remember this, you'll always be 
the one i miss. broken into shards just out of the womb, 
i watched as your scars grew from the ground and bloomed.