We have the facts.

He was a bastard in life, he's a bastard in death.

10 dollar words.

gO.

"Why is it so dark?"
"It's not a happy painting."
"Are you an unhappy painter?"
"Guess so."
"Why?"
"Just am."

The city is on fire and the only thing to save it are the tears of God raining from the dark clouds.

I set it aflame with my thoughts and wondered if it was enough to send the world spinning.

I used to say this a lot: I am defeated. But you only defeat yourself. You only make it that way. I can't defeat you unless you stop fighting. Somehow, sometime, I took up challenges. One day, I don't know who I became. And I still don't know sometimes, but then other times I realize that I'm trying my damn best. Don't put your fists down. Knock back whatever hurts you...hurt it back or what are you going to do with yourself?

Vampires will never hurt you. But if I get bit, put the stake in my heart. Turn me to dust. Hide your soul in your pocket.

Can't stand by anymore. Avert your eyes. You're holding the smoking gun, but why did you point it at yourself? These feet go a-walkin.

Gotta heart of gold, and a heart of stone, all at once.

Nah, I don't get it either. One day I'll figure it out. Might be tomorrow. Might be a million tomorrows from now. I'll figure it out.

You don't understand this one, huh? It's a puzzle. One for you to figure out. You get no hints. I won't tell you the answer. It's one of those open-ended things. It goes to anyone but only applies to one.

So sun, sun, sun, where did you go...night falls but it's not the night I know.

Goodnight.