The Murder of Dorian Grey. L.Foley.
I heard you cry in your singsong voice. We didn’t have a choice but to sit and watch you die in the February air. I’m leaving all my cares by the bedside. We’re screaming on the outside. And bleeding on the inside. Please hold our hands as we die. I’m gonna say this once, this is not a request, I’d really like you to go. Stare back, Dorian Grey. The mirror tells the story well. You looked so smart, slowly paging through your books, giving dirty looks. Yet, still it breaks your heart, fumbling with your emptiness (because it’s so dark). We’re freezing on the outside, but burning on the inside. Please come with us as we fly. I’m gonna say this once, this is not a request, I’d really like you to go. Stare back, Dorian Grey. The picture tells the story well. By the bedside, we’re freezing on the outside and burning on the inside. Please come with us as we die. I’m gonna say this once, and this is not a request, I’d really like you to go. I am Dorian Grey. The mirror tells the story well.

From Signals, 2005.