Run to the grave she said like milk
My lips could taste her heaven
and he said
my child
and we danced beneath deaths star
as if passing could cover me
My baby / My life /My love
take my strings in Bach
break my bones for not
Run he whispered
the knives have me
Take my soul to the screaming stars
My bones are broken upon the oars
take me my love
I am broken on the stars.