...Here I am standing in that same spot today where my angel's empty shell last laid And as my tears begin to well up once more I see a path into the treeline that I'd never seen before I follow it down into a ravine and find a hole in the earth framed in the roots of a birch tree Subtle echoes of her voice speaking words I've never heard before but the way she hissed her "s"s it just had to be her I smell honeysuckle then opium Two of her signature scents I pull aside all the thistles and vines and mesmerized I made my descent as I crawl further inside The light slowly dies and the dirt begins to feel like her skin I tremble as I drag my fingers down the walls caressing her sweet flesh again....