I Was A Newborn Vampire, Weeping At

….it Was A Brave Man’s Fear. I Knew What He Meant. What Must A Brave General Feel When He Knows The Battle Has Gone Against Him And Nothing Remains But Death?

I'm Always Looking, And I'm Always Asking Questions.

What Does All This Mean Finally, I Kept Asking Like A College Kid. Why Does It Make Me Want To Cry? Maybe It’s That We Are All Outsiders, We Are All Making Our Own Unusual Way Through A Wilderness Of Normality That Is Just A Myth.

A Perfectly Evil Devil Makes Even Less Sense Than A Perfect God.

And I Realized That I’d Tolerated Him This Long Because Of Self-doubt.