Category: Death
Finally there is nothing here for death to take away.
I’m Irish. I think about death all the time.
Death is the tyrant of the imagination.
Death should take me while I am in the mood.
true apothecary thy drugs art quick
The only sin is the sin of being born
Be ashamed to die until you have won some victory for humanity.
I write and that way rid myself of me and then at last I can rest.
We took such care of tomorrow, but died on the way there.
Ill never speak to God again.
