You're a killer,
You're a fake,
You're a burden,
You're my mistake

Weaving lifetimes through the frame,
Slinging numbers, tossing names,
Your shallow heart is not to blame,
But sorrow will convert your shame

Waves of flesh conform before,
The tyrant ship, now come ashore,
Cannons sprawl a liquid spore,
To castigate the nameless *****

Seeking shelter from within,
Broth of brain and shoals of skin,
Free the body from its form,
A multitude of shadows born,
To kiss your grief or blunt your scorn

And once again you crooned in your unknown speak, with a:

"Hum-diddy,
Hum-adda,
Pum-padarray!"

Knowing what words to say,
But then you walked away...