you  can  romanticize  me  all  you  wish,  but  a  devil  wrapped  in  silk  is  still  the  devil.

my  heart  is  a  cathedral.  widows,  ghosts  and  lovers  sit  &  sing  in  the  dark,  arched  marrow  of  me.

at  the  trial  of  god,  we  will  ask:  why  did  you  allow  all  this?  /  and  the  answer  will  be  an  echo:  why  did  you  allow  all  this?

to  whom  do  i  owe  the  biggest  apology?  no  one's  been  crueller  than  i  am  to  me.

i held the door open for the swarm of flies, letting them ravage my corpse. (i am too kind for my own good.)

my chest will never again be defiled by worldly filth. i will scrub away every last trace of human emotion.

you will live a long time yet, an eternity without me. you will look into the faces of passers by and hope for something that will, for an instant, bring me back to you.

my trust in you is a dog with a broken leg, tendons too torn to beg for you to let me back in.

i’ve met you over and over and every time i’ve had to watch you die. what do i have to do to save you? what do i have to do to change your fate?

this is my farewell to you. its a shame things turned out like this ... seven years since we’ve met, and we’ve done nothing but quarrel with each other.

don't lie to me if you're putting the dog to sleep.

i will take a crowbar and pry out the broken pieces of god in me.

being offered tenderness feels like the very proof you've been ruined.

something strange seemed to have taken place between them; some kind of idea had slipped out, a kind of hint, something horrible, hideous and suddenly comprehensible to them both.

i don't understand how you can look at me and see anything but the blood.

there are some people whose dread of human beings is so morbid that they reach a point where they yearn to see with their own eyes monsters of even more horrible shapes.

i loved someone and now i don't. i can't promise to leave you unscarred. the truth: i am a map of every blade i ever held.

there  is  a  certain  clinical  satisfaction  in  seeing  just  how  bad  things  can  get.

i will love you like the ashes in my cigarette box.

face it, brother. god is dead. the fire is gone. you're chasing phantoms.