My Life's Been Too Much Of A

I Don't Like Myself You Know. I Love Myself. I'm Devoted To Myself Till My Dying Day. But I Don't Like Myself.

There Was No Point In Waiting Until The Next World. You Had To Do Everything Now, Every Kind Of Sin.

Do You Know What It Means To Be Loved By Death?... Do You Know What It Means To Have Death Know Your Name?

For Several Long Moments We Remained Locked Together, And I Think I Covered Her Hair With Small Sacred Kisses, Her Perfume Crucifying Me With Memories.

You Can Look At The New York Times Bestseller List And You Can Be Pretty Sure That The Writers On That List Don't Know Each Other Very Well.