I Have To Feel What I'm Writing,

A Celebration Of Insignificance, Is That All We Are In The End? And One Day I’ll Just Be One More Of Those Faces, Frozen In Death And Wonder

Shake Your Fist All You Want But Dead Is Dead

The Harder The World, The Fiercer The Honour.

Never, Dear Gods. Never Mess With Mortals.

For We Are All Bound In Stories, And As The Years Pile Up They Turn To Stone, Layer Upon Layer, Building Our Lives.