Now there's a girl outside my door. She's raw pink shame. She makes love as the machines play. Sound effects of mayhem. She disconnects my young heart at times.
My car slides. My last words are:. 'Help. Mother I'm...'. . My car slides. I wait for cold. A fear of the dark. . My car slides. And I pray to. Things I've not seen.
It's cold outside. And the paint's peeling off of my walls. There's a man outside. In a long coat, gray hat, smoking a cigarette. . Now the light fades out.