So, my death note. What do you think? Wild apples on the snowy mountainside My love watches with his beautiful eyes wide As my hand plucks them one by one. It’s like a lone saxophone, purring, Dripping melancholy notes, Or a streetlight’s orange glowing In the night where no one goes. There’s a ship that’s slowly sailing In a cold wind on green water, Could you tell me if they make it But I know it can’t be real. And the stars are feeding cricket chirps With the lure of waifish fire And the snow, it just keeps falling And the apples can’t hold out. What was a lover’s tree, to grow, The raw caress I choke to know On rock and ice of desperate climes, To live, but die a thousand times. It’s like a dream world, leaving Metaphoric marks and turns Distorted symbols dancing On my heart, it’s ceased to burn.