Blood/Chest
WILLIAM RICHARD II FITZSIMMONS
Come quickly, flood to drown
This soil is hard I've found
It sinks me down like stone
To burden you no more
Come Spectators, all sit down
This quickening for all ground
With broken mind in tow
The creature I've become
You are the blood in my chest
The bird gathering nest
The sea which won't rest
Until I'm home
Come lover, carry on
This picayune passing down
Then haunt this hollow hole
To dance with me, your ghost
You are the blood in my chest
The bird gathering nest
The sea which won't rest
'Til I'm home