By Gabriel "No it's not about what you think it's about you damn weirdo's" Ricard

I'm starving

Please don't let me expire

Instead fatten me up

On love letters

And pretension

Until the fall

When I can rest

Most at ease with oak

Dead for my preference

Recall my face

With leaves to dust

The foundation

I will find solace in

Will be of the purest volcanic rock

And the wisdom of crows

To keep a sense of home

Inside me