The Night Is A Skin Pulled Over

I Talk Too Much Because I Have Been Made So Miserable By What You Are Keeping Hushed.

Only The Impossible Lasts Forever.

The Night Is A Skin Pulled Over The Head Of Day That The Day May Be In Torment.

Man Is The Only Thing That Has No Further Use After Something Goes Amiss.

This Head Has Risen Above Its Hair In A Moment Of Abandon Known Only To Men Who Have Drawn Their Feet Out Of Their Boots To Walk Awhile In The Corridors Of The Mind.