Those Who Have Not Found

A Word Is Dead When It Is Said, Some Say. I Say It Just Begins To Live That Day.

Pain - Has An Element Of Blank It Cannot Recollect When It Begun - Or If There Were A Time When It Was Not - It Has No Future - But Itself - Its Infinite Contain Its Past - Enlightened To Perceive New Periods - Of Pain.

The Brain Is Wider Than The Sky.

Within Thy Grave! Oh No, But On Some Other Flight - Thou Only Camest To Mankind To Rend It With Good Night

Afraid? Of Whom Am I Afraid? Not Death. For Who Is He?