We Sat There Smoking Cigarettes At 5

I Had No Freedom. I Had Nothing.

The Last Cigarettes Are Smoked, The Loaves Are Sliced, And Lest This Be Taken For Wry Sorrow, Drown The Spider In Wine. You Are Much More Than Simply Dead: I Am A Dish For Your Ashes, I Am A Fist For Your Vanished Air. The Most Terrible Thing About Life Is Finding It Gone.

Now Something So Sad Has Hold Of Us That The Breath Leaves And We Can't Even Cry.

The Whole World Is Caught In Her Glance And At Last The Universe Is Magnificent.

I Tell You Such Fine Music Waits In The Shadows Of Hell.