In Your Eyes Of Mourning

Love Is Brief: Forgetting Lasts So Long.

You Can Say Anything You Want, Yessir, But It's The Words That Sing, They Soar And Descend...i Bow To Them...i Love Them, I Cling To Them, I Run Them Down, I Bite Into Them, I Melt Them Down...i Love Words So Much...the Unexpected Ones...the Ones I Wait For Greedily Or Stalk Until, Suddenly, They Drop.

It Was My Destiny To Love And Say Goodbye.

The Truth Is In The Prolouge. Death To The Romantic Fool., The Expert In Solitary Confinement.

What Does Autumn Go On Paying For With So Much Yellow Money?