starchild, are you listening? they can see me, they are coming, to in their forked leaves trap me. there's three, three of us, closing in below the scorching sun, massively grey and bloodied, hungry for my flesh and for the wretched son. my beloved, where do you hide ? drawing so near, I'm sorry i lied. pulling me close, wide-eyed, deep into the otherside. starchild, are you listening ? I died that day. below the star and below your heart, so far apart. three, magick number three, the kiss of...