III. "Breathe out, breathe in; breathe within breathe without. The surface is cold but the heart is warm, and you have to notice it for yourself. I remember the days when my impatient mind would shatter my teeth with utter anger, hatred, and actions spoke before any kind of word. A long walk helps, the kind of walk where you'll spread tears over one hundred sidewalks before you see dawn break. That still exists, and so do you. 'Maybe..' You say to the void; 'Maybe just this once may I remove this proverbial hell in my head, I know they wouldn't want this. But I know I have to cry.' I still see you even when I haven't, and I know you were in love. The disappearance may settle in my mind only until I find a different form of peace that is; ***" -
IV. "I tend to bite the dead skin off of my lips and enjoy the indifferent taste of effortless nothing. The longer end of the answer is coming under the realization that still; may we witness death, listen to it as music to dance to under black veils, and interpret it vividly in our serene-scape of subway tunnels--there is no movement just as the victim. The shorter answer; in life I am a walking shadow. In death, you've known me since birth. That is something I cannot live with."
V. "How can't I? There has been a serpent tied around my neck ever since I can remember. Coiling around itself time and time again, until my breaths are but short bursts of air begging to seep through. Strip me of the parts that make me human, and humane. A blob of skin with veins and puss, choking on my own mixture of saliva and blood sounds like heaven to me. I want to shake and quake without being able to scream for my mother. There's no use in begging when I can't speak. I am a most mutilated creation, and I deserve no forgiveness."
VI. "I won't dwell on what could've been, since you will have forever been happier--and more appreciative than I. You may not move the suns with the movement of the collective strings in your brain, or form scattered stars and rain clouds by sliding your fingers across the grooves of your silk skin--but you are the most important person, that is. I love you. I'm sorry."