Perhaps, perhaps this would be the one to pull me out of my plunge.

Out of the ash I rise with my red hair and I eat men like air.

It's a hell of a responsibility to be yourself. It's much easier to be somebody else or nobody at all.

I used to pray to recover you.

I lean to you, numb as a fossil. Tell me I'm here.

Like a cat I have nine times to die.

I never feel so much myself as when I'm in a hot bath.