We Are All Punished For The Lives

I Guess There Are Some Things You Never Get Used To.

The Sun Has Just Risen, Weak And Watery-looking, Like It Had Just Spilled Itself Over The Horizon And Is Too Lazy To Clean Itself Up.

My Heart Is Fluid And Soaring. There's No Longer Any Space Between Heartbeats.

That's The Easy Thing About Falling: There Is Only One Choice After That.

I Know Some Of You Are Thinking Maybe I Deserved It. But Before You Start Pointing Fringers, Let Me Ask You Is What I Did Really So Bad? So Bad I Deserved To Die? So Bad I Deserved To Die Like That? Is What I Did Really Much Worse Then What Anybody Else Does? Is It Really So Much Worse Than What You Do?