Hello, Happy?

I think I just met the happiest person in the world.

The pity I feel for their ignorance is immense.

Though it’s as if innocence is the only true magic left in this world.

For most of us, life seems to be nothing more than punishment for crimes committed in a past life.

Even infants carry the faint scent of a rotten soul.

The stench fills our world like smog—

the skies are dark, th...

Darkness and despair.

The cries of the wicked are similar to the cheers of a crowd, after witnessing a game winning goal.

As waves crash against a wall of glass. The shattered windows spread like an infection into the hearts of all people.

For those coming from a cold world. The eternal black flames seem like a warm

Hug

for those without love, the burning and bruises are the only sensation ...