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I wrote you a song I just can't remember the words Or the beat of it Or it's melody I can't remember you anymore It all has escaped me Not the curves of your face Not the glimmer in your eyes I can't remember the tone of your voice Or the softness of your touch I forgot the way your accent used to haunt me How your brand of depression suited me I forgot everything about the way we used to fit Laying together like royalty I can't remember anything About the way you used to be The way one word ...

I stand all alone out there in the universe. Wrapped up in this big wide world. Staring at this vast expanse of everything and nothing rolled into one. I tilt my head to the left slightly to see the music of the city. The honking horns, cabbies screaming obscenities, beggars trying to get a few cents for their beer, groups of girls laughing as they cross the street, the rush of the subway, making a symphony for me. I look to the right to hear the serenity of a crashing ocean, waves colliding ...

I don't know when it happened, but it happened. My alabaster skin began to harden, set, inch by inch it covered my body. A thin porcelain veneer. My veins would still flourish with life and my heart continued to beat, but it now made a clanking sound deep within my chest. My fingernails turned to glass. My eyes to brown polished marble. My lips became thin silk, and hair became nylon. I metamorphosized as fragile as the china you have to good sense to lock up for company. At first I thought I...

I don't know when it happened, but it happened. My alabaster skin began to harden, set, inch by inch it covered my body. A thin porcelain veneer. My veins would still flourish with life and my heart continued to beat, but it now made a clanking sound deep within my chest. My fingernails turned to glass. My eyes to brown polished marble. My lips became thin silk, and hair became nylon. I metamorphosized as fragile as the china you have to good sense to lock up for company. At first I thought I...

I shake and sit up. Awakened in a state of terror. Dreams...well could you call them dreams? No. Nightmares from that long night still buzzing round my head. Swarms of bad thoughts like wasps engrossing my cranium. I shake my head to try to throw them off and perhaps regain my right to a few more hours sleep and within that possibly regaining some sort of decent dreams. But the swarms continue to circle about my head. I'm thirsty. I quench myself with a drink of water but the buzzing continue...