GOD IS DEAD & WE'VE KILLED HIM.

This book, dear reader, is a collection of poems best described as the literary equivalent of sighing into a cold teacup. It charts the thrilling misadventures of heartbreak, existential dread, inconvenient love, and the sort of grief that makes one consider taking up taxidermy as a cheerful hobby. It does not contain tips on how to live your best life, unless your best life involves brooding by candlelight and whispering philosophical questions to your furniture. Within these pages, you’ll find death (plenty of it), longing (excessive amounts), and just enough hope to keep things tragically ironic. Think of it as a diary written by someone who got lost in a Romantic novel and never found t