You called me tonight
your voice...

Don't look in the closet tonight,
for you may not like at all what you see...

It's selfish how you act
you...

I shuddered through the symptoms
of an early morning breakdown...

Once upon a time
there was a maiden fair...

Slit your wrists,
cut my tongue...

I'm falling through that half-asleep confusion
where the shapes and sounds blur to one...

What if our dreams are but imagined
and our nightmares always real...

Squinting my tired eyes shut,
covering my ears, 'cause they bleed...

There's a place
down beneath the legs of the pier...

Welcome to this world,
where the colours are upside down...

Foul air in my throat
choking...