Cold - Cold As Truth, Cold As

If I Was Bound For Hell, Let It Be Hell. No More False Heaven. No More Damned Magic.

I Often Want To Cry. That Is The Only Advantage Women Have Over Men — At Least They Can Cry.

Every Word I Say Has Chains Round Its Ankles; Every Thought I Think Is Weighted With Heavy Weights.

It Was The Darkness That Got You. It Was Heavy Darkness, Greasy And Compelling. It Made Walls Round You, And Shut You In So That You Felt Like You Could Not Breathe.

But They Never Last, The Golden Days. And It Can Be Sad, The Sun In The Afternoon, Can't It? Yes, It Can Be Sad, The Afternoon Sun, Sad And Frightening.