2.19 "Folsom Prison Blues"
i lied, dean i need you- dean please let me out im not a junkie dean please it
hurts, dean i need you. dean i need you.
graceless angel, teach me how to dream
You poke and stir.
Flesh, bone, there is nothing there
A cake of soap
A wedding ring
A gold filling
Herr God, Herr Lucifer
Out of the ash I rise with my red hair
And i eat men like air
-Sylvia Plath: Lady Lazarus
when you find yourself the villain
in the story you have written;