And I realized that Iād tolerated him this long because of self-doubt.
And when a strong man is sweet, even Goddesses look down from Mount Olympus.
He had never expected death to be this quiet, this secretive, this easy.
I stumble through a carnival of horrors
I think to feel this happy is to be miserable, to feel this much satisfaction is to burn.
But just remember, life without me would be even more unbearable.