There Was No Harm In

But I Was Used To Finding Something Deadly In Things That Attracted Me; There Was Always Something Deadly Lurking In Anything I Wanted, Anything I Loved.

I Did No Know Everything There Was To Know About Myself, And Knew That I Did Not Know It.

But Something Held Me Back. Perhaps I Was Stopped By That Level Of Feeling, Deeper Than Thought, Which Contains The Truth.

The Scornful Force Of His Tone Turned The Word Into A Curse

Sarcasm Is The Protest Of The Weak.