If a shred of integrity fell into your soul, it would die a very lonely death.
The Song of the QuarkbeastParis 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 Ether