To Sister Faye

Ok here, is it you who is writing this poetry, perhaps while sitting on the throne? I think probably not, but I'm starting to loose my mind here. Besides contemplating Vicomte de Chagny, now I have to discover hidden meanings in this poetry. I just may find myself somewhere in outer space with no way to get back. Then what? This is my second day with neither eating or sleeping and I'm starting to loose weight. Wait a minute, that's a good thing.