Ghosts by The Head and the Heart

All my friends are talking about leaving, about leaving
But all my friends are sitting in their graves
One day we’ll all be ghosts
Tripping around in someone else’s home

In the desert I saw a creature, naked, bestial, Who, squatting upon the ground, Held his heart in his hands,
  And ate of it. I said: "Is it good, friend?" "It is bitter-bitter," he answered; "But I like it Because it is bitter, And because it is my heart."--Stephen Crane

In the desert
 I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
 Who, squatting upon the ground,
 Held his heart in his hands, And ate of it.
 I said: "Is it good, friend?"
 "It is bitter-bitter," he answered;
 "But I like it
 Because it is bitter,
 And because it is my heart."
--Stephen Crane