I peel back the scalp that covers your thoughts
to see if I can find them underneath
Nothing there, but blood.

So I hammer off the top of your skull
so I can let your thoughts escape
like smoke from wood fire
Nothing there but more blood

Getting frustrated, I spoon through your brains
searching in vain as I poke, twist, and scoop.
Where the fuck are your thoughts you cunt?!

Shit.
It appears that this fragile mess of brain goo
was the source of all you were and all your thoughts.
My bad.
Sorry about that.
I love loved you.