God Is A Witness That Cannot Be

There Is No Use Indicting Words, They Are No Shoddier Than What They Peddle.

We Have Time To Grow Old. The Air Is Full Of Our Cries. But Habit Is A Great Deadener.

The Tears Stream Down My Cheeks From My Unblinking Eyes. What Makes Me Weep So? There Is Nothing Saddening Here. Perhaps It Is Liquefied Brain.

I Tried To Groan, Help! Help! But The Tone That Came Out Was That Of Polite Conversation.

Silence And Darkness Were All I Craved. Well, I Get A Certain Amount Of Both. They Being One.