When Everything Is Finished, The Mornings Are

When The Superficial Wearies Me, It Wearies Me So Much That I Need An Abyss In Order To Rest.

I Would Go To Heaven, But I Would Take My Hell; I Would Not Go Alone.

Every Time I Wake, I Understand How Easy It Is To Be Nothing.

You Are Sad Because They Abandon You And You Have Not Fallen.

My Father, When He Went, Made My Childhood A Gift Of A Half A Century.