A Promise Is A Promise.

Four o'clock in the morning found me sneaking out the bed. Slowly crawling over creamy white bedroom skin. spider-like movements let me pass over her almost lifeless form without making a single sound. Hollywood whores sneak out of beds to set up tricks with dates. Junkies sneak out of beds for dates with destiny. I sneak out to have one way conversations, with a cypress sarcophagus. I listened like a cat burglar for sounds of a white sheet moving across the waking nymphete asleep in my bed, but nothing. I sighed and started our conversation like I always do with my baby in her box,"I told you I'd never let you go."