I went down, all alone. Looking for the place Im from. Passed a grave on my way. Looking down- it was my own. There were clouds raining blood. There were tears in my eyes. Dug it up out the ground. Inside saw my own bones.
There were birds singing songs. There were tears in my eyes. Grabbed the skull, picked it up. Thinking how it was my own. Tossed it up in the air. Watched it fall and shatter there. Teeth and flake, bone and dirt. I went back, back from there.