Category: Death
I see black light (his last words)
Lord help my poor soul.
Merciful death. How you love your precious guilt
Everything that gets born dies.
Hell, madam, is to love no longer.
Whatever happens to your body, your soul will survive, untouched…
…Matt. I didn’t think they’d kill you… I’m so sorry…
To escape death, she’d become death.
The end is in the beginning and yet you go on.
Biography lends to death a new terror.
