nothing will ever ever ever make me safe.
I like black better; it's less confusing.
I don't remember how I got here so it is very difficult to find a way out.
my instincts are formed for a past that no longer is
All that matters is what you do wrong.
The worms come out at night.
And no one said anything.
damn you people and your prayers
"remember no matter how dark it is, you have me"