The Only Monster Here Is The Gambling

Too Dear I Prized A Fair Enchanting Face: Beauty Unchaste Is Beauty In Disgrace.

The Whims Of Youth Break All The Rules.

I Have No Interest At All In Food And Drink, But Only In Slaughter And Blood And The Agonized Groans Of Mangled Men

Sweet Sleep Fell Upon His Eyelids, Unwakeful, Most Pleasant, The Nearest Like Death.

Oh, Everything Looks Bad If You Remember It.