The Blood Of Love Welled Up In

I Inhabit The Wax Image Of Myself, A Doll's Body. Sickness Begins Here; I Am A Dartboard For Witches.

If You Love Her", I Said, "you'll Love Somebody Else Someday.

Tomorrow Is Another Day Toward Death.

Only I Wasn't Steering Anything, Not Even Myself.

When You Give Someone Your Whole Heart And He Doesn't Want It, You Cannot Take It Back. It's Gone Forever.