song title / lyrics

"i buried some cherries for you"

she sells sea shells on the shores of hell
and for an obol kiss she'll hiss
and throw you in the flooded dell
where razor fish will happily comply
and slit your wrists as they swim by
but it won't do a bit of good
it's not just any closet wood
we buried cherries in the sand
here, never to crop up again- yet
from a drink of blood and a dozen years
buds briars, thistles, pricks and spears,
ressurected cries of speciousness long dead
echoes all about this vale, aching for your head