You see your breath in the air as you'll climb up the stairs to that coffin you call your apartment.

For a sunrise or a sunset, you're manic or you're depressed. Will you ever feel ok?

I think it is more like a ghost that has been following us both. Something vague that we're not seeing, something more like a feeling.

But I talk in the mirror to the stranger that appears our conversations are circles,always one sided Nothing is clear Except we keep coming back,to this meanin…

Dearest, I feel certain I am going mad again. I feel we can't go through another of these terrible times. And I shan't recover this time. I begin to hear voice…

Accordingly, death is a harbor of peace for the just, but is believed a shipwreck for the wicked.

All is lost! Monks, Monks, Monks! So, now all is gone - Empire, Body, and Soul!