The Agony Of My Feelings Allowed Me

And The Violet Lay Dead While The Odour Flew On The Wings Of The Wind O'er The Waters Blue.

Beware; For I Am Fearless, And Therefore Powerful.

My Heart Was Fashioned To Be Susceptible Of Love And Sympathy, And When Wrenched By Misery To Vice And Hatred, It Did Not Endure The Violence Of The Change Without Torture Such As You Cannot Even Imagine.

I Ought To Be Thy Adam, But I Am Rather The Fallen Angel.

Polluted By Crimes, And Torn By The Bitterest Remorse, Where Can I Find Rest But In Death?