Evil has an address, it's in the heart of man

Yes, time does heals all wounds. . .but the world keeps giving me new ones

Being vague is almost as fun as doing this other thing.

Wall of fright stains my apathy,
Light has gone from all I look upon.
This is the end my darkest friend,
for no fear will tread upon my peace.

To err is human.
To arr is a pirate.

Some days I find myself disgusted to be part of the human race.

Hate. It's sweet taste allows one to forget their pain. Thus, in the depths of despair, men cling to hate. Even if they know the deception is only momentary. . .

There is no such thing as innocence, only degrees of guilt.

Sanity, is for the weak!

My scars prove my worth