When A Man's Hand Touches

When We Oppose The Hidden Conscience, It Does Us Hurt. When We Betray It, It Judges Us.

I Have Found Both Freedom And Safety In My Madness; The Freedom Of Loneliness And The Safety From Being Understood, For Those Who Understand Us Enslave Something In Us.

Your Clothes Conceal Much Of Your Beauty, Yet They Hide Not The Unbeautiful.

The Truly Good Is He Who Is One With All Those Who Are Deemed Bad.

The Tears That You Spill, The Sorrowful, Are Sweeter Than The Laughter Of Snobs And The Guffaws Of Scoffers.