i don't know why thinking about death should keep you awake

poets throughout history have compared sleep and death remarked upon their likeness

it should be just the opposite thinking about death should make you drowsy

what is that nervous urgency that subjunctive moodiness that flashes when we think of the end

why did i tell him / her to fuck off when goodbye would have been enough

or worse why didn't i throw him down the stairs when i had the chance