Forever My Dear Bugs crawling in your arms and legs. The shivers that run down your spine. Are not the cold or the fear inside. They're the bug running down in a line. The demons inside your head you see. Are neither fake nor real. It's the kink inside your bending knee. It's the horror inside your skull. So drown inside your own terrible tears. So choke on your own sweat. And depart into death for a thousand years. And never come back.