Some People, Every Now And Then, Simply

His Characters Are Ravaged, Beaten. They Walk Through Infernos And Emerged Charred Doves.

As Much As Some People Would Like To Believe, For Their Own Peace Of Mind, That The Appearance Of Evil In This World Had A Clean Cause, The Truth Was Never That Simple.

Life Had Been A Suit I'd Only Put On For Special Occasions. Most Of The Time I Kept It In The Back Of My Closet, Forgetting It Was There. We Were Meant To Die When It Was Barely Stitched Anymore, When The Elbows And Knees Were Stained With Grass And Mud, Shoulder Pads Uneven From People Hugging You All The Time, Downpours And Blistering Sun, The Fabric Faded, Buttons Gone.

Some People Are As Fragile As Butterflies And Sensitive And It’s Your Responsibility Not To Destroy Them. Just Because You Can

Good Bands You Can Kind Of Lose, Then Come Back And Realize They're Still Good.