Even The Damned In Hell Have The

There Is A Moon Shaped Rictus In The Streetlamp's Globe Where A Stone Has Gone And From This Aperture There Drifts Down Through The Constant Helix Of Aspiring Insects A Faint And Steady Rain Of The Same Forms Burnt And Lifeless.

Ever Is A Long Time. But The Boy Knew What He Knew. That Ever Is No Time At All.

He'd Half Meant To Speak But Those Eyes Had Altered The World Forever In The Space Of A Heartbeat.

The Things That I Loved Were Very Frail. Very Fragile. I Didn't Know That. I Thought They Were Indestructible. They Weren't.

People Don't Pay Attention. And Then One Day There's An Accounting. And After That, Nothing Is The Same.