Dressed in an overcoat of twilight's silk negligee. With the mewlings, feeling darkness through the sheets. In total fear of the beggers from Hell. Laughing like snapping turtles coming in from a sea of thickening roux. As my shadow's jack-in-the-box flip's its lid. Dressed in an overcoat of twilight's silk negligee. My corpse only laughs of death's scurvy, with swollen gums turned green. Listening to the coffee drip in its pot of insomnia's caffeine.