My Body Gets Weak Without Truth.

Do You Know How Much Thinking And Feeling I’ve Done? It’s Terrible. And Nothing’s Come Of It.

We Can't Feel Anything - All That's Left Inside Us Is Dust.

Everything Comes To An End, Only Objects Are Left To Pine In The Dark.

I Want My Word To Be Up To The Scale Of The Feat Of Arms Performed By The Russian Soldier.

Does The World Have Nothing Inside But Sorrow?