Ink, a Drug.

“He was afraid of touching his own wrist. He never attempted to sleep on his lef…”

“And she was mine, she was mine, the key was in my fist, my fist was in my pocke…”

“One day, soon after her disappearance, an attack of abominable nausea forced me…”

“One opal cloudlet in an oval form reflects the rainbow of a thunderstorm which …”