You'll have me. No matter how thick the night, I will always be there to light your way.

Should I sing prettily while I slit your throat?

There were moments before moments, in which the world was framed in startling clarity, a defined before hurtling toward a horrible after. Moments in which the powerful were powerless, in which promises became failings.This was such a moment.

It was a feeling unmatched, to be sought by another.

There were moments before moments, in which the world was framed in startling clarity, a defined before hurtling toward a horribleafter. Moments in which the powerful were powerless, in which promises became failings.This was such a moment.

He is a chaos we savor.

They say the soul cannot rest until it finds its match. Then it ignites.

They say the sould cannot rest until it finds its match. Then it ignites, he said.