Despite all the dark armor, the kohl liner, the black boots and chains, she saw him clearly now. She’d peered through the curtain of that cruelcalmness, through the death stare and the vampire sentiments and...

You yourself could be nothing more than a shadow, someone else’s dream who is, themselves, someone else’s.

Side by side we’ll fight the tide,That sweeps in to take us down.Hand in hand we’ll both withstand,Even as we drown.

Have you ever seen anything like it? They have everything, don’t they? Everything except a single care to dwell on.

Painted faces laughed. It was like a mad carnival where everyone was oblivious, lost in the bliss of chaos, a throng unaware of a bomb planted beneath thefloorboards.