If You Hold A Bird

My Thoughts Took Frantic Flight, Wanting To Escape This Prison, And Seek Out The Wind So It Could Fan My Hair And Sting My Skin, And Make Me Feel Alive Again.

Tragedy Had Sent Me Headlong Into Reality. All The Things I Had Seen Before Now Looked Different, Even Nature.

... And Still I Stayed To Plan All My Revenge, My Vengeance Against Those Who Had Turned Me From Good To Evil, And Made Of Me What I Was Going To Be From This Day Forward.

What Is Normal? Normal Is Only Ordinary; Mediocre. Life Belongs To The Rare, Exceptional Individual Who Dares To Be Different.

People Make The Rules Of Society, Not God.