Dying Is Strange and Hard

i have my pictures of you, you dont look back at me a smile I'd almost forgotten bruises I don't see i'll never forgive you it the sky turned grey to black come out and kiss me, darling i promise i'll kiss you back a new head on my shoulder her voice a needle in my ear every kind word brings new pain instead of my eyes, her reflection in the mirror [i have a sickness, but i'm not the only one even in health they're wasting away, crippled just as i am dripping with disease a song comes from above i look there's a tree and a small brown bird even the sparrows have built a nest but we (poor fools...) have built nothing what a shame not to know that you're dying tell us we're dying tell us we're dead] i have a sickness the sparrows built a nest my crippled, twisted body is swallowed by the earth as my broken head finds rest