You want me to spread my heart on the bed,
It’s both broke and cold;
I watch my feet as I move ahead,
There are cadavers on the floor.
What is this they won’t let me peel?
A sheet, a grief or a shroud?
Who is this who sleeps so still
Heedless of lifeless crowd?
Lips that see and eyes that kiss
Are leaden and parched for soul,
Gales blow past without a hiss
And rivers can’t fill a hole.