I've seen you sitting in your bed, in your brown gown of 
dead flowers. And inside your room, in its corners where 
spiders crawl, and a sour dream centipede slips under 
want my back, back. Oh, your beauty. Let it not, let it 
not. Let it fucking not. Lie down now if you please, 
darling, so I can do our world a service. Dream, dream, 
and dream.