Handsome Enough' Is This Grim Reaper, Who

We Are Predators, Whose All-seeing Eyes Were Meant To Give Them Detachment.

I Stumble Through A Carnival Of Horrors

Do You Know What It Means To Be Loved By Death?... Do You Know What It Means To Have Death Know Your Name?

The Truth Is, Laughter Always Sounds More Perfect Than Weeping. Laughter Flows In A Violent Riff And Is Effortlessly Melodic. Weeping Is Often Fought, Choked, Half Strangled, Or Surrendered To With Humiliation.

It Seems An Insult To The Night To Speak Of Purpose And Intent, When This Common Moment Is So Brimming Full Of Blessed Design Tranquility. All Things Follow Their Course.