Insomnia Cafe

Welcome, my dear, to Insomnia Cafe.
Straight-jackets and violins can be found to your left-
Yes, yes, we're coming to that. Now where was I? Ah yes-
Coffee is served over here, laced with arsenic, just how you like it.
Yes, I know how you take your coffee, my dear. Do come along.
To your right is our jukebox lullabies and those voices.
The voices? Oh, they're the whispers you hear at night,
the pulse and scratch.
It's only your imagination, though, yes?
Come, come, my dear; there is much to see.
Ah, you're shivering. Here, over here.
The fire is liable to spreading but the hearth is rather cozy.
Oh, no, don't fret, my dear;
It simply follows the trail of gasoline.
Onward! My dear, don't stare at him. He doesn't like it.
Help yourself to violets and cough sweets.
The street-cats always buy too many, anyway.
And now we have arrived at the main attraction!
I told you we were coming to it.
Now, my love, open wide. No, not you, my dear. You just try to keep still...