I Love To Write And To Get

My Reasons To Live Were My Reasons To Die But At Least They Were Mine Now I've Freedom Unbound Cut The Laces Of Life

Perfume Was First Created To Mask The Stench Of Foul And Offensive Odors... Spices And Bold Flavorings Were Created To Mask The Taste Of Putrid And Rotting Meat... What Then Was Music Created For? Was It To Drown Out The Voices Of Others, Or The Voices Within Ourselves? I Think I Know.

Oh, And I Certainly Don't Suffer From Schizophrenia. I Quite Enjoy It. And So Do I.

For This Freedom I Have Given All I Had For This Darkness I Gave My Light For This Wisdom I Have Lost My Innocence Take My Petals And Cover Me With The Night

What If I'm An Angel Without Wings To Take Me Home?