If You Want Something, You Don't Wait

I'm Your Nightmare. Did You Think You Were Done With Nightmares, Now You've Become One?

Some Nights Are Made For Torture, Or Reflection, Or The Savoring Of Loneliness.

I Like Visiting Peoples Homes On Saint Josephs Day, When People Set Up Altars, Serve Food As A Tribute To The Saint, And Invite The Public - I Enjoy That Much More Than Mardi Gras.

The Sky Is Purple, The Flare Of A Match Behind A Cupped Hand Is Gold; The Liquor Is Green, Bright Green, Made From A Thousand Herbs, Made From Altars. Those Who Know Enough To Drink Chartreuse At Mardi Gras Are Lucky, Because The Distilled Essence Of The Town Burns In Their Bellies. Chartreuse Glows In The Dark, And If You Drink Enough Of It, Your Eyes Will Turn Bright Green.

I Can't Heal Your Pain But I Can See It. And You Don't Have To Be Lost. Not Forever.