It Was Almost Enough To Make Me

Mutilated Corpses With A Chance Of Afternoon Showers. I Got Dressed And Went To Work.

A Man Can Take Only So Much. Even A Phony Man Like Me.

And Then More Quiet, Silence So Deep It Almost Drowned Out The Roar Of The Night Music That Pounded Away In My Secret Self.

We Can't Always Do What We Think We Have To Do. So When There's Nothing Else You Can Do, You Wait... No Matter What... Pressure... You Might Feel.

There Is A Simple, Logical Explanation,' I Said To Myself. And Because You Never Know Who Else Is Listening, I Added, 'and There Is Nothing Under The Bed.'" --dexter