There was a beautiful girl who came from the sea. And there was just one place that she wanted to be.
With a man named Walker who played in a band. She would leave the ocean and come on to the land.
He was the one she wanted the most. And she tried everything, to capture this ghost.
But throughout all their lives they never connected. She wandered the earth alone and rejected.
She tried looking happy she tried looking tragic, she tried astral projecting, sex, and black magic.
Nothing could join them, except maybe one thing, just maybe...something to anchor their spirit...They had a baby.
But to give birth to the baby they needed a crane.The umbilical cord was in a form of a chain.
It was ugly and gloomy,and as hard as a kettle. It had no pink skin, just heavy gray metal.
The baby that was meant to bring them together, just shrouded them both in a cloud of foul weather.
So Walker took off to play with the band. And from that day on, he stayed mainly on land.
And she was alone with her gray baby anchor, who got so oppressive that it eventually sank her.
And she went to the bottom, not fulfilling her wish, it was her, and her baby...and a few scattered fish.
by Tim Burton in The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy and other stories
