I Have Gotten So Used To Melancholia

As The Shadows Assume Shapes I Fight The Slow Retreat Now My Once-promise Dwindling Dwindling Now Lighting New Cigarettes Pouring More Drinks It Has Been A Beautiful Fight Still Is.

It Didn't Pay To Trust Another Human Being. Humans Didn't Have It, Whatever It Took.

It’s Nice Enough To Make A Man Weep, But I Don’t Weep, Do You?

Places To Hunt Places To Hide Are Getting Harder To Find, And Pet Canaries And Goldfish Too, Did You Notice That?

Most People Are Not Ready For Death, Theirs Or Anybody Elses.