∴ And thus I put on the face of happiness, in the hopes it may deter away the demons, and drive my fear to a corner. But they all seem only happy to feast upon the mask. And so, it decays . . .Continue reading✤ Pretending . . .
∴ No wealth, no ruin, no silver, no gold
Nothing satisfies me but your soul
Well I am Death, none can excel
I’ll open the door to heaven or hellContinue reading✤ My name is Death and the end is here . . .
∴ The pen is a formidable weapon, but a man can kill himself with it a great deal more easily than he can other people.
George D. Prentice, Prenticeana, 1859Continue reading✤ The Pen can be more than the Sword . . .
∴ Must be he the reason why I’m king of my castle
Must be he the reason why I’m free in my trapped soul
Must be he the reason why I’m king of my castle
Must be he a reason why I’m making examples of youContinue reading✤ King of my castle . . .