Whose Hearts Must I Break?

I Am Alone In Possessing A Key To This Barbarous Sideshow.

True Life Is Elsewhere

The Poet Makes Himself A Seer Through A Long, Vast And Painstaking Derangement Of All The Senses

The Northern Lights Rise Like A Kiss To The Sea

O Witches, O Misery, O Hate, To You Has My Treasure Been Entrusted! I Contrived To Purge My Mind Of All Human Hope. On All Joy, To Strangle It, I Pounced With The Strength Of A Wild Beast. I Called To The Plagues To Smother Me In Blood, In Sand, Misfortune Was My God.