Roses in December by Ian Walker - took me 2 years to get that out in public.
"He's dead, he's dead rang round my head, an empty, aching sound"

Also, Some Hae Meat by Ian Walker
"To weak to eat, they've got no meat – they spend their living dying"

And recently, Empty-handed by George Papavgeris
"So what would happen if I just kept right on walking 'til I disappeared. . . . "