Victimization Has Its Privileges, And I Want

As A Dream Comes True, It Falls Flat.

Unlike The Actual, The Fictional Explains Itself.

Death Is Frightening, And So Is Eternal Life.

My Mind Is Led Astray By Every Faint Rustle.

If You Do Not Throw In A Few Promises Of Better Things To Come, Gloomy One, I Am Going To Take You Back To The Library.