verse should I leave Erebus to his own device what Chaos when the curtain rises and the houselights dim with whitecake on my face the actress backstage contemplates laying a Universal egg still a broken heart is a broken heart and Illumination is in fact Performance chorus In the dark In the cold In the sky I can fly I am old But I can see For miles And miles I am silver I am gold I am white I am blue I am rock I am chaste I am time I am truth When twilight falls among the stars I sit and tinker with your moods I hear your thoughts I move the tides I am your God I am your Muse I can be fire I can be war I am the daughter of Zeus But tonight there won't be light 'cause I can't shine without you Downright tired in this winter white Though my best sleep is dressed in black Ample hours to dream, still I lack Repose, and wander through the night A drink or two, blackjack straight through Till dawn, ever unrequited love Nothing brings peace, Heaven above Send Morpheus to me, for I am due Will you sing softly? Will you keep Watch as the light begins to wane? Steadfast and sweet, will you remain God of my dreams, and let me sleep? cold as stone, possessor of bone-chilling beauty I, alone, wanting but not wanting to be scratching and clawing at this waiting for something to give so give me a sign a shiver, a sigh a look in your eye a reason to live fantasy still captor and captive are we strangers until desire and goddess intrigue a slanting and movement of hips a flush, a warmth of the skin as night falls I wait for breath, for fate the sweet salty taste pressing lips on lips unrequited love is what I know of love spellbound I will stay imagination may be for fools imagination may be cruel to be kind at the end of the day ivory girl chiseled and cooler than clay icy reserve is provocation. will you betray eyes that linger and hold too fast? if you stumble, if the mask should crumble or fall warm blooded after all the longer you stall so shall I last Verse Everything is food, everything is fair game. The second it's gone is the second I crave more animal, vegetable, mineral feed, more fodder, more fuel, more cake and ice cream. In Scythia, where the pickings are slim, I'm gorgeous and grateful it's "in" to be thin. Wan and pale, I court emaciation in high style and endless mastication. With cheekbones and ribs that tighten my skin, wildly attractive and seductive as sin, the closer you come, the more you want me, the more you want, the more you want to be free. There's no slaking of thirst, no quenching of need, and there's never, ever enough to [...]