Leave me to die a lonely death. An artist’s death. A writer’s playground. A painter’s background. A philosopher’s bread and butter. An endeavor that we all face. I just hope that I’m not the only one there.

— A.P. Sweet

My thoughts are with you all. Forever conscious of the vast, absurd universe and writing my eternal story I shall remain dead, but dreaming.

— A.P. Sweet

Out here, the open night is my church, the trees are my congregation, the stars are my angels and the moon is the only god that I know.

— A.P. Sweet

Runaway my phantom bride and take your bouquet of poisonous flowers float away specter and take the rest of my desire

— A.P. Sweet

Sadness is a moment in which the world took something from you. Depression is a lifetime of torment no matter what is said or done.

— A.P. Sweet

Shall we dance into the perpetual torture of our union once more?

— A.P. Sweet

Sometimes at night when the moon is almost full and my hands go numb from writing, I cleanse myself of her poisoned love. I welcome the water, the inevitability of death and embrace the long painful road out of love.

— A.P. Sweet

The heavens raped from our misuse of love

— A.P. Sweet

The moon makes love to the ocean and in this holy conception it gives birth to a little tide.

— A.P. Sweet

Then, only then would she realize that the life that she created will extinguish with nothing to offer but the sorrow that she harvested in our souls and the holes that she dug in our hearts.

— A.P. Sweet