You Know What Lies Are For.

The Thought That I Might Kill Myself Formed In My Mind Coolly As A Tree Or A Flower.

Tomorrow I Will Curse The Dawn, But There Will Be Other, Earlier Nights, And The Dawns Will Be No Longer Hell Laid Out In Alarms And Raw Bells And Sirens.

I Started Adding Up All The Things I Couldn't Do.

Cheers For Spring; For Life; For A Growing Soul.

Jealousy Can Open The Blood, It Can Make Black Roses.