To know that that someday is going to come upon us as quick and merciless as Death hurts. Yet, I hold your hand gingerly, hoping that you won't see past and right into this ugly side of me.

Promise me, that you will promise me nothing. Because I'm afraid.

Never knew the way of preserving myself and my sanity. Who could I blame if I reject the very ignorance which could save me?

Such foolish agony. Such pointless pain.
I wonder how cold and lonely my laughter would sound, when I hear this snivelling heart break.