I Talk To God But The Sky

I Desire The Things That Will Destroy Me In The End.

When You Are Insane, You Are Busy Being Insane-all The Time ... When I Was Crazy, That Was All I Was.

I Am Dead To Them, Even Though I Once Flowered.

The Abstract Kills, The Concrete Saves.

I Deserve That, Don't I, Some Sort Of Blazing Love That I Can Live With.