Smell Is A Strange Sight. It Evokes

The Chill Of What I Won't Feel Gnaws At My Present Heart.

Art Gives Us The Illusion Of Liberation From The Sordid Business Of Being.

I Know Nothing And My Heart Aches

Everything I Sought In Life I Abandoned For The Sake Of The Search. I'm Like One Who Absentmindedly Looks For He Doesn't Know What, Having Forgotten It In His Dreaming As The Search Got Under Way.

This World Is For Those Who Are Born To Conquer It, Not For Those Who Dream That Are Able To Conquer It, Even If They're Right.