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death tends to leave me hungry.

well, i'm feeling sick in the head

when does a war end? when can i say your name and have it mean only your name and not what you left behind?

let me see those smokey eyes. 'cause you're a villainous thing and we can't have you living a lie

they had sat there, grieving together in the silence that held too many emotions, implications, and meanings

hehe (gets lost at sea)

it numbed the wild anger that even the winds could not tame

hm? you said you love me, but how much? how much do you love me? are you willing to die for me? to become a pretty little display in my collection?

to live without a lifeline, i bend the definition of faith

you truly believe this. you fear it. every thought that comes into your head becomes a truth to fear.

i create art to exact my revenge against existence, for mine shall be set in the universe’s very core.

remember that just because stars fell doesn’t mean they weren’t worth wishing on.

i’m not the one who’s insane, it’s the world that’s messed up

the love of my life wants to die.

i am the queen and i need no man, woman, priest, or soldier to crown me

‘i want to see what you saw.’ i'll stand on the edge of the world and the winds will blow southerly, southerly…

i'd give anything to hear you say it one more time, that the universe was made just to be seen by my eyes

i can see you for the monsters that you are

shakespeare had a thing about death. and poison. and insanity. it’s all so on target, it makes me wonder if shakespeare was writing from experience. regardless, i’m sure people accused him of being ‘on something,’ too.

i believe in peace but i would go to war for you

‘catch’