And The Aura Of You Remains, Remains,

Talk To Me About Sadness. I Talk About It Too Much In My Own Head But I Never Mind Others Talking About It Either; I Occasionally Feel Like I Tremendously Need Others To Talk About It As Well.

Thief!- How Did You Crawl Into, Crawl Down Alone Into The Death I Wanted So Badly And For So Long.

Let The Light Be Called Day So That Men May Grow Corn Or Take Busses.

Evil Is Maybe Lying To God. Or Better, Lying To Love.

Don't Bite Till You Know If It's Bread Or Stone.