Its too late,
You cannot hear again...
My ghosts and phantoms, my memories,
They haunt me like my fantasies...
(I)
My love would frown, if could, about this stone...
It's almost time for your funeral, my little...
and though it's too far away for me to be there...
My heart is empty; my soul is divided.
I am but a hollow shell of my former selves...
When my mother first saw a picture of him,
she gasped in wonder at his beauty...
If time shall prove you breathe whilst I cannot
And that same gentled breath need mourn for me...
It’s like the space my uterus was
is filled with confusion...
Audio...
You assured
You woudn't leave...
<<to the mother of Holly Jones >>
I saw your neck...
It’s beautiful here,
And I am now free...