Why Bother? I Was Right All Along:

With The First Kiss His Mouth Will Taste Of Wormwood.

They Discovered That Even In The Face Of Pain That Seems Unbearable, Even In The Face Of Pain That Wrings The Last Drop Of Blood Out Of Your Heart And Leaves Its Scrimshaw Tracery On The Inside Of Your Skull, Life Goes On. And Pain Grows Dull, And Begins To Fade

Never Relinquish Your Terrors. That's When They Catch You.

Ive Tried To Avoid Labels, But They Always Find You.

I'm Your Nightmare. Did You Think You Were Done With Nightmares, Now You've Become One?