I’ve buried that steaming wreck
Of an old romantic
In the heart, of the cold dead earth,
Long ago

But that breed of my former self,
Has grown
Into an undead melody
That snarls from the grave

When I’m sunken in woe
In my, dispassionate lies I spill
On this most, affectionate of days

Plastic and all
Drawing, the witchery
Of seasons lost