All is as if the world did cease to exist. The city’s monuments go unseen, its past unheard, and its culture slowly fading in the dismal sea.

It’s not a good idea.

I wish we would all just fall apart so I wouldn’t have to listen to the downfall happen, so slowly, so painfully.

The diamonds glinted under the glare of the chandelier and they looked like a thousand spider eyes

To be haunted is to glimpse a truth that might best be hidden.

Something was bleeding… and something was broken. It was my heart… because I had to leave you. (Chase to Rayne)

There’s always a siren, singing you to shipwreck. Some of us may be more susceptible than others are, but there’s always a siren. It may be with us all our lives, or it may be...

Do we not each dream of dreams? Do we not dance on the notes of lostmemories? Then are we not each dreamers of tomorrow and yesterday, since dreamsplay when time is askew? Are we not...

Everything is worse…if you think something is looking at you.

He never sleeps, the judge. He is dancing, dancing. He says that he will never die.

The past is a very determined ghost, haunting every chance it gets.

Suffer. You could say it means endure, but that’s not exactly right

I woke with sweat beading across my forehead and my hands balled into fists clutching the sheet over my eyes. The dreams. They were back. Haunting me relentlessly. I thought they were gone… I should’ve...

Heaven is comfort, but it’s still not living.

Call me crazy, but there is something terribly wrong with this city.

It is not in my nature to be interested in the living.But there are many things, I have found, that defy nature.

Each leaf that brushed his face deepened his sadness and dread. Each leaf he passed he’d never pass again. They rode over his face like veils, already some yellow, their veins like slender bones where...

I hate you for all the years I ‘ll have to live without you. How can a heart hurt this much and still go on beating? How can I feel this bad without dying from...

I didn’t sleep well last night because one of my ghosts came back, haunting with his presence, and when I woke up, the others weren’t here, haunting with their memory.

Ghosts don’t haunt us. That’s not how it works. They’re present among us because we won’t let go of them.””I don’t believe in ghosts,” I said, faintly.”Some people can’t see the color red. That doesn’t...