when the sea grows rough;

i don’t fear the dark for what it is i fear it for what it means when the a.m. thoughts creep in the endless toss and turn in bed what intrudes into my dreams i don’t fear the dark for what it is.

And it was Death itself who stood behind me, with his arms wrapped around me as tight as iron bands, and his lipless mouth kissing my neck as if in love. But as well as the horror, I felt a strange longing.

“I don’t know why Tyrell keeps popping up in my dreams, but he did it again. I guess it was all the talk about him last night. It’s pretty obvious, actually, ‘cause he and I were walking along the Great Wall in China. That was one of the sightings in the paper last night. The weird thing was that we walked for what felt like a really, really long time and then I lost him. I tried to catch up to him, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t walk fast enough.”