You live you die and death not ends it.

I will die Before My Time. Because I feel the shadow's Depth. So much I wanted to accomplish. before I reached my Death.

In the holy solipsism of the young Now I can't walk thru a city street w/out eying each single pedestrian. I feel thier vibe thru my skin, the hair on my neck - it rises.

All the poems have wolves in them. All but one. The most beautiful one of all. She dances in a ring of fire and throws off the challenge with a shrug.

Where are the feasts we were promised? Where is the wine, the new wine, dying on the vine.

I'll never wake up in a good mood again. I'm tired of these stinky boots.