may your graves stay open
without you arising
proud and solemn
like lost children
burning cigarettes
for the fallen
eternal orchestras
will play you melodies
as heavy as boulders
and lost children
will carry the world
upon their shoulders
now your graves will enchant
stray cats and wild vultures
guiding their way
if lost children
call out to you
don't lead them astray
let sleeping bones lie still
underneath weeds and grass
but never closed
so lost children
see an example
that's overexposed
i'm the biggest raven
beaking at the cracks of
your iron grave
so come on, haunt
so come on, take
whatever you crave