Love Requited Is A Short Circuit.

I Open The Door Of The Cell And Go. I Am So Bowed I Only See My Feet, If I Open My Eyes, And Between My Legs A Little Trail Of Black Dust. I Say To Myself That The Earth Is Extinguished, Though I Never Saw It Lit.

You're On Earth. There's No Cure For That.

To Every Man His Little Cross. Till He Dies. And Is Forgotten.

I Knew It Would Soon Be The End, So I Played The Part, You Know, The Part Of — How Shall I Say, I Don’t Know.

That Desert Of Loneliness And Recrimination That Men Call Love.