A message i had to send to the blood in my veins,
Connected by music and metaphor to a special girl
Who showed me a song
The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot

oh coroner, coroner
a note from the boy in the corner
once someone looked down at these feet
and they belonged
now you can only see them from the outside
they are pale and empty descendants
from what was once in ways a thriving wonder

posthumously i work wonders
but they are mixed with dark poison
a poison for some, an elixir for others
and i have a deepset urge
to find it in her lips once more

a phantom that couldn't escape corrosive love
an eternal struggle i wish death--
or your hips--
could dash.