Pain Is Unjust, And All The Arguments

My Only Hope Lies In My Despair.

I Have Pushed Virtue To Outright Brutality.

Without Money Honor Is Merely A Disease.

Love Is Not A Fire To Be Shut Up In A Soul. Everything Betrays Us: Voice, Silence, Eyes; Half-covered Fires Burn All The Brighter.

This Innocence Begins To Weigh Me Down.