I know it what's it like to hold the knife
To drive the corkscrew wound deeper
With a smile on my face and tears in my eyes
To create a graveyard of ghosts
Out of desperation
Exhausted by my own demise
Hoping they'd liven these catacombs
That they'd continue to hold my frail, bony hands
But when I removed the blade from their backs
The velvet ribbons I laced betwixt their shoulder blades didn't not undo for me
I didn't realize their chest would become empty cavities
No heart for me to feel beat
And so in death
I laid alone
A walking apparition
Separated in the afterlife
For still there was no one to share this mosoleum with
Nothing left but the dust of my bones
