You've Got To Rise From

Well, We Lost It, And That’s All There Is To That.

There's No Light At The End Of The Tunnel, There Isn't Even A Tunnel. The Best Thing I Can Do Is Get Drunk And Listen To Classical Music. Or Sleep And Wait For Death To Get Closer. Leaving This Will Not Be A Horrible Thing. Yet I'm Glad, Somehow, That I Threw My Words In The Air: Confetti, Celebrating Nothing.

We Are Hardly Ever As Strong As That Which We Create.

Love Is A Dog From Hell.

I Went Home Each Night Dizzy And Sick. He Was Murdering Me With The Sound Of His Voice.