You'd look nice in a grave.
I smile at the moon; death is on my face
And if you wait too long,
Then you'll never see the dawn again
"My skull is full of sunken ships,
My heart's a prisoner to my ribs,
heart
forever
filled
dress
grave
shadows
towards
alone
without
again
death
comes
never
prisoner
flesh
together
through
sails
ships
skull
smile
sunken
winds
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