He Who Holds Me By A Thread

Would There Be This Eternal Seeking If The Found Existed?

Everything Had Been Stripped Of Deceptions, That Time. And That Time I Was Afraid Of Everything.

When The Superficial Wearies Me, It Wearies Me So Much That I Need An Abyss In Order To Rest.

Truth Has Very Few Friends And Those Few Are Suicides.

I Am Chained To The Earth To Pay For The Freedom Of My Eyes.