We Know A Thing By

The First Time It Happened I Was Ten. It Was An Accident. The Second Time I Meant To Last It Out And Not Come Back At All. I Rocked Shut As A Seashell. They Had To Call And Call And Pick The Worms Off Me Like Sticky Pearls. Dying Is An Art, Like Everything Else. I Do It Exceptionally Well. I Do It So It Feels Like Hell. I Do It So It Feels Real. I Guess You Could Say I've A Call.

My Worst Habit Is My Fear & My Destructive Rationalizing.

How Frail The Human Heart Must Be - A Mirrored Pool Of Thought.

With That Strange Knowing That Comes Over Me, Like A Clairvoyance, I Know That I Am Sure Of Myself And My Enormous And Alarmingly Timeless Love For You; Which Will Always Be.

There Must Be Quite A Few Things That A Hot Bath Won't Cure, But I Don't Know Many Of Them.