The Blood Of Love Welled

I Keep Wanting To Crawl Back Into The Womb.

Pretty Soon, The Only Doubt In My Mind Was The Precise Time And Method Of Committing Suicide. The Only Alternative I Could See Was An Eternity Of Hell For The Rest Of My Life In A Mental Hospital, And I Was Going To Use My Last Ounce Of Free Choice And Choose A Quick Clean Ending.

The Body Is Amazingly Stubborn When It Comes To Sacrificing Itself To The Annihilating Directions Of The Mind.

Beached Under The Spumy Blooms, We Lie Sea-sick And Fever-dry.

Worse Even Than Your Maddening Song, Your Silence.