It is possible to be truly mad and to still exist upon scraps of life.
I was a bore and didn't know when to smile or fake it. Or rather worse, I did but didn't.
sometimes there's nothing to say about death.
It’s never quite right, all the things we are taught, all the loves we chase, all the deaths we die, all the lives we live.
If you have the ability to love, love yourself first.
I tell you such fine music waits in the shadows of hell.