Heart Of My Heart, Were It More,

Why Is It That Words Like These Seem Dull And Cold? Is It Because There Is No Word Tender Enough To Be Your Name?

I Don't Want To Die. Damn Death. Long Live Life.

Your Battles Inspired Me - Not The Obvious Material Battles But Those That Were Fought And Won Behind Your Forehead.

My Mouth Is Full Of Decayed Teeth And My Soul Of Decayed Ambitions.

He Comes Into The World God Knows How, Walks On The Water, Gets Out Of His Grave And Goes Up Off The Hill Of Howth. What Drivel Is This?