Paris is the only city in the world where starving to death is still considered an art.
The Shadow of the WindIn her room death would come as a friend, a friend with cool gentle hands . . .
A Stranger Is WatchingI wanted to see the bullet coming, wanted to know the exact moment of my death.
Tell Me When I'm DeadDealing with Dillan being a jerk can mess up any saint on a good day. And you know I’m no saint.
Til DeathNature is bent on new beginning and death has not a chance of winning...
The Twain: Poems of Earth and EtherPeople stubbornly lived their lives as they wanted, without regard to me, to an amazing degree.
Poppy Done to DeathHeartbreak , death and loss were shared between us, but renewal, commitment and strength as well.
Past Heaven