Hunger Steals The Memory

Love. The Black Hook. The Spear Singing Through The Mind.

We Started Dying Before The Snow, And Like The Snow, We Continued To Fall.

Cold Sinks In, There To Stay. And People, They'll Leave You, Sure. There's No Return To What Was And No Way Back. There's Just Emptiness All Around, And You In It, Like Singing Up From The Bottom Of A Well, Like Nothing Else, Until You Harm Yourself, Until You Are A Mad Dog Biting Yourself For Sympathy. Because There Is No Relenting.

Numbers, Time, Inches, Feet. All Are Just Ploys For Cutting Nature Down To Size.

Society Is Like This Card Game Here, Cousin. We Got Dealt Our Hand Before We Were Even Born, And As We Grow We Have To Play As Best As We Can.