Boredom kills... a lot.

Death is the word that kills all the words.

Way far back in the beginning of the world was the whirlwind warning that we could all be blown away like chips and cry- Men with tired eyes realize it now, and wait to deform and decay- with maybe they have the power of love yet in their hearts just the same, I just don't know what that word means anymore- All I want is an ice cream cone

I'm bored with it all.

- Last Words

Pain can kill, all on its own: the body goes into shock and shuts down.

We kill people who kill other people, because killing people is bad.