"His hands are on my throat. My key is in his eye. I'm splayed here on some curb - shards of glass - a starry night. When will this pig-man stop? His stink is like a dog. My life is mine to keep. I still kill him in my sleep. The car door is open wide. The mouth of death still calls my name. I beat him on his face, and I stab with all my strength. And I scream until he goes. I scream until he's gone. Then I crawl across the road. Then I crawl across the road. When will I return? When will I return?... I'm alive! I'm alive!..."
(Swans)