Tuck In Your Tail, Little Duck.

Every Day When I Wake I Tell Myself That It Will Be My Last. If You Are Not Trying To Hold On To Time, You Are Not So Afraid Of Losing It... And Then, If You Make It To Bedtime, You Feel The Joy Of Cheating Death Out Of One More Day.

But After Several Hours, I Go Anyway, Walking In Silent Sock Feet, So As Not To Awaken The Ghosts.

I No Longer Feel Any Allegiance To These Monsters Called Human Beings, Despise Being One Myself.

You Love Me. Real Or Not Real?" I Tell Him, "real.

Oh, And I Suppose The Apples Ate The Cheese.