Beauty Was Empty As A Gourd, Vain

What Can She Possibly Teach You, Twenty Seven Names For Tears?

That Kind Of Tenderness Couldn't Be Permitted To Last. You Only Got A Taste, Enough To Know What Perfection Meant, And Then You Paid For It The Rest Of Your Life. Like The Guy Chained To A Rock, Who Stole Fire. The Gods Made An Eagle Eat His Liver For All Eternity. You Paid For Every Second Of Beauty You Managed To Steal.

There Is No God, There Is Only What You Want.

You Were My Home, Mother. I Had No Home But You

The Phoenix Must Burn To Emerge.