Listen, Real Poetry Doesn't Say

I Wouldn't Mind Dying In A Plane Crash. It'd Be A Good Way To Go. I Don't Want To Die In My Sleep, Or Of Old Age, Or Od... I Want To Feel What It's Like. I Want To Taste It, Hear It, Smell It. Death Is Only Going To Happen To You Once; I Don't Want To Miss It

Nobody Would Stay Interested In Me If I Was Normal

Are You A Lucky Little Lady In The City Of Light? Or Just Another Lost Angel... City Of Night?

The Most Loving Parents And Relatives Commit Murder With Smiles On Their Faces. They Force Us To Destroy The Person We Really Are: A Subtle Kind Of Murder.

People Are Terrified To Be Set Free - They Hold On To Their Chains. They Fight Anyone Who Tries To Break Those Chains. It's Their Security... How Can They Expect Me Or Anyone Else To Set Them Free If They Don't Really Want To Be Free?