The Woman I Loved Died Because I

She Said, "i Will Go No Farther." "there Is No Choice. We Can Only Go On." The Magician Said Again. "we Can Only Go On.

How's The Angel Of Death Supposed To Do His Job With Clipped Wings?

Walking By Yourself In The Rain Is For College Kids Who Think Loneliness Makes Poets.

He Had Never Missed God Or The Hope Of Heaven, But He Had Dearly Wanted Confession To Rest His Mind, Communion To Let Him Touch Something Beyond Father Krone's Dry, Shaky Hand, And Holy Water To Taste Like Starlight.

Take Me With You. For Laughs, For Luck, For The Unknown. Take Me With You.