Like the trains, she's never on time and always departing.

She knows herself to be at the mercy of events, and she knows by now that events have no mercy.

But some people can't tell where it hurts. They can't calm down. They can't ever stop howling.

At moments like this I envy those who have found a safe haven in which to bestow their hearts; or perhaps I envy them for having a heart to bestow. I often feel that I myself am without one, and possess in its stead merely a heart shaped stone.

Make the verses flow together. If a following verse has nothing to do with the previous, you may lose our listener/reader. You want a smooth flow to hear or read, and it's easier to memorize.

I used to act in college, but always comedy. Didn't do [William] Shakespeare - did Ben Jonson.

But in the end, back she comes. There's no use resisting. She goes to him for amnesia, for oblivion. She renders herself up, is blotted out; enters the darkness of her own body, forgets her name. Immolation is what she wants, however briefly. To exist without boundaries.