“I know death,” she tells us. “He’s got many faces. I look forward to seeing this one.”
And she looks up at the camera, her eyes blank, an ebony blade dangling from her hand with the casual indifference of a teen who knows everything anyway and doesn’t even care if you think this is a phase, mom, because it’s real and it’s forever, and you can almost hear The Cure’s Disintegration starting up somewhere in the background.
I think it’s dark and it looks like it’s rain, you said And the wind is blowing like it’s the end of the world, you said
And it’s so cold, it’s like the cold if you were dead And you smiled for a second…