Down in my valley

Are vultures like lovers

That search for

That something

To hold on to

Maybe 

It's crazy

To hope for

Something more

Than flesh, bones, teeth, skin

Won't they ever 

Let you in?

Would you 

Hold my 

Hair back 

When I'm sick?

Sometimes 

We can't say 

What we're meant to.

If I am

Please don't

Remember

Those nothings 

From our heart 

That quickly

Exploded