He jost sits theh and dosn't sae a werd.
Ah werry aboot'im cos 'e luks so alawne.
By tha windeh y'see settin' in 'iss wheelchaer.
Jost sittin' and sayn naught. Won open
'iss mouth fer anythyn, not even sum fud.
Cain't blame'im for that'un though cos the vittles 'ere stank.
Well lukk, tha light o'er there luks moighty bleek and bluish grey.
It maks 'im luk so thin and pale as a wraith.

Why, iffen he warn't staring loike 'ee do
at whatevr theh iz outsoide tha windeh,
Ah cudd take 'im fer a dead thing
with eyes fur sumin we cannae see.

When I die, I want the name writ on my tombstone to be writ of water.
Why?
To say that nothing lasts forever.
Love lasts forever.
Then love is nothing.

Ah sumtoimes wunner aboot wot 'iss thinkin' whilst 'ees theh.
Mebbe, jost mebbe Ah better put sumun in wivvim.

When I die, I want the shroud that wraps my corpse to be a weave of chains.
Why?
To say that nothing is free.
My love is free.
Then your love is nothing.

Tha gerl who usta lie in tha bed next to hisn past awey az of recent.

When I die, I want my funeral to have no coffin, no mourners, no flowers.
Why?
To say that nothing loved me.
I loved you.
Then you are nothing.

Mebbe hees jost lawnly. Witnessin' death
doan't make gudd health o' one.
He usta talk to 'er all tha time but
ah never heard'er sae nuthin back to'im.
She ware bloody quiet, burnt black loike a cinder.