And The Aura Of You Remains, Remains,

In A Dream You Are Never Eighty.

Suddenly I'm Not Half The Girl I Used To Be. There's A Shadow Hanging Over Me . . . From Me To You Out Of My Electric Devil.

At Six I Lived In A Graveyard Full Of Dolls, Avoiding Myself, My Body, The Suspect In Its Grotesque House.

Despite My Asbestos Gloves, The Cough Is Filling Me With Black, And A Red Powder Seeps Through My Veins.

Oh Thumb, I Want A Drink It Is Dark, Where Are The Big People, When Will I Get There...?