Because It's His Bad Luck To Be

It's Hard... To Shake Off Something That's Already Under Your Skin.

The Very Air Had Screams Smeared On It. He Flinched From The Noise In This Silent Room.

How Seldom We Recognize The Sound When The Bolt Of Our Fate Slides Home.

Being Smart Spoils A Lot Of Things, Doesn't It?

Over This Odd World, This Half The World That's Dark Now, I Have To Hunt A Thing That Lives On Tears.