i wonder if u even realize how beautiful u look singing those funeral songs it makes me want to visit every abandoned grave and put flowers on every barren tombstone not for the dead but for u and how tender u are in ur grief i worry about the time i have left in this body sometimes it takes all the strength in me not to tear out my eyes or cough up maggots i had to abandon my last vessel because i slipped and broke all of my bones this time i will be more careful now that u are around but i can't help wonder if u would leave red or yellow roses at my grave or maybe none at all would u visit me years after i was gone? would u wake up in the middle of the night with sweat rolling down ur back bc u saw my face in a dream? how long would it take u to forget the sound of my voice? if i told u i would die without u would u stay? or pack ur bags and throw a party with a cake made out of stuff that falls from my body people will grimly say it was a good party while they wet themselves in the chairs u crafted from my bones it's harder to be good in here then it is to starve and die