“I have an odd craving to whisper about those few frightful hours in that ill-rumoured and evilly shadowed seaport of death and blasphemous abnormality.”
“But after shows, I craved connection. I craved skin-the taste of another woman's sweat. If it couldn't be hers, well, then anyone's would do...for a few hours.”
“However, I will always remember those few hours, and the days of worry leading up to those few hours, and the years and years leading up to those days when I didn't know what it was like to have my soul wrapped inside the palm of a baby”
“A whisper is the shadow of a shout, and I keep a few in my wallet to use at the strip club on rainy nights.”
“My shadow serves as the friend I crave.”
“I am the shadow on the moon at night/Filling your dreams to the brim with fright.”