It Began As A Mistake.

Love Be Damned Now As Love Was Damned When It First Arrived.

The Blankets Had Fallen Off And I Stared Down At Her White Back, The Shoulder Blades Sticking Out As If They Wanted To Grow Into Wings, Poke Through That Skin. Little Blades. She Was Helpless.

Those Who Escape Hell However Never Talk About It And Nothing Much Bothers Them After That

I Stopped Looking For A Dream Girl, I Just Wanted One That Wasn't A Nightmare.

You've Got To Rise From The Floor Alone Or Fall Back Alone.