You will not see my exit, br your eyes not seeing me tonight br br You will not see my back turned br to you... your own face br turned the other way, br br You will not see my hollow eyes br speaking my sorrow at that which br is lost between me and you, br lying somewhere with the complimentary br nuts and the stale drinks on the table br for all the world to see... (if all the br people in this dark place can be br surmised to be the world, that is) br br this world which swallows people br and digests them until they all are br nothing but sallow faces and hollow br eyes... br br so please, don't look for me... br let your eyes not follow me in case br I feel the urge to look back... br br and I be turned into a pillar of salt.