Enough Is Ever-receding.

Rage Against The World, If You Like, But Quietly, Or The Guardians Will Awake.

Self-inflicted Misery Smirks Under Its Crown Of Thorns.

Tolerance Is A Placid Contempt.

The Familiar Changes As We Cling To It.

When Medusa Looks In The Mirror, She Sees The Lady Of Sorrows.