When I Fell Out Of The Light,

I Am Terrified By This Dark Thing That Sleeps In Me.

If You Love Her", I Said, "you'll Love Somebody Else Someday.

But When It Came Right Down To It, The Skin Of My Wrist Looked So White And Defenseless That I Couldn't Do It.

Spiderlike, I Spin Mirrors, Loyal To My Image.

I Am Sure There Are Things That Can't Be Cured By A Good Bath But I Can't Think Of One.