Rainbows are colors signifying that the storm has cleared. The only thing at the end of a rainbow is another storm.

I have a date with death but like everything else that is good in my life she is showing up too late.

Death is Life's thief but robs us of only the misery of living.

Today life will kick me and then tomorrow something will happen that makes me feel like life made love to me the day before.

I often wonder if suicide is the coward's way out of somewhere he doesn't belong or a hero's way into somewhere he does.

There are many ways to get to a destination. Why does the one to death have to take so long?

I sometimes feel so empty and useless that even death won't take me.

Emptiness surrounds me like the wrappings of a mummy. Preserving something not worth preserving because there is nothing there

I long not for what this world has to give me but rather what I hope to leave it, my misery

If death was a woman she would be too beautiful to put into words