Your Hair Is An Act Of God.

I Dread The Loss Of Her I've Never Touched Love Keeps Me A Slave In A Cage Of Tears I Gnaw My Tongue With Which To Her I Can Never Speak I Miss A Woman Who Was Never Born I Kiss A Woman Across The Years That Say We Shall Never Meet Everything Passes Everything Perishes Everything Palls My Thought Walks Away With A Killing Smile Leaving Discordant Anxiety Which Roars In My Soul No Hope No Hope No Hope No Hope No Hope No Hope No Hope

There's Not A Drug On Earth Can Make Life Meaningful

It Is Myself I Have Never Met Whose Face Is Pasted On The Underside Of My Mind

Death Is My Lover And He Wants To Move In.

If You Died It Would Be Like My Bones Had Been Removed. No One Would Know Why, But I Would Collapse.