To Lucasta From The Churchyard

you can take what you want, you can leave me behind.

faked sleep,

tried hard to wake up in a river bed.

cast away your dreams-

they call you the boy who lived

and me; not dead

to pretend your flowers grow in my garden

and standing still

is the hardest sunday i have spent

so let it spill

behind the church yard where you're to wed.

set me up your prom dress, dear.

i'll call you my bomb threat baby.

sleep tight, your swan song calls

my sailor's ear over the rocks.

it's moon lighting herowork

to drag your corpse across this state.

I carry a body with me,

I'll bury her body in this bed.

you bat your ghost eyes,

i think the world is eating you alive.

lace wing flies and boom slang skin.

this is passive/classic and this is sin:

darker to darker.

the mother, the father.

the god of el dios,

the mayor of st. del ray.

someone will tell me where you've been.

won't you just tell me where you've been?

someone will tell me where you've been.

five months to be your shadow.