I am more than the storm. I am the nature of chaos itself.

This too shall pass.

Only when I have ascended will this world make sense.

I will bleed for better reasons this year.

If the time ever comes that you need me to retrace your steps, I know what I'll tell you. I'll talk about how I love you and loved you. In your presence, in your absence, again and again. How every speck of sand on this beach isn't enough to measure how much our time together matters.

Have you considered that I might like you? | Me? No! Why would you? What a terrible idea.

You are no monster.

There's no one to save you from your last goodbye.

I never wanted to leave you behind.

Your fear becomes your master.

Do you fight for yourself or for those around you?

My death does not scare me as much as the thought of yours.

He was left all alone with but words of the wise; And so on the day when our passage entwined; Now long in the tooth at the end of his line; He said "friend, go yonder, but bear this in mind, in this world, know one truth: you can't run from time."

Is it true? That there's a place for you when the sun burns out?

Chaos is the natural state of existence. Order is the abnormality.

A heart of broken glass stands at the edge of the underworld, resplendent in the light that shimmers defiantly against the darkness.

You tried to stab me. | Well you're still talking, so, apparently, I didn't do it enough.

He was left all alone with but words of the wise And so on the day when our passage entwinedNow long in the tooth at the end of his lineHe said "friend, go yonder, but bear this in mind, in this world, know one truth: you can't run from time"

My death does not scare me as much as the thought of yours.

I decay for you.

I have never been good at building anything but fire. I'm sorry that these bridges keep burning down.

I'll survive; somehow I always do. Tell me, what do I do after all this survival? What do I do?

I ache to hold you in my arms.

Not yet corpses; still, we rot.

Running high from demise.

I need to be all the things that would have saved me.

See that evil, speak that evil, be that evil bold

Morsels of kindness do not make up for the festering rot within your soul.

You cannot save a man determined to drown.

I am broken beyond words.

It happened to me. It cannot be undone. I must keep on living.

Die? Me? Now? I think not.

Is the divine unnatural order? Or the most natural?

Isn't all that rage ugly? Yes, but it's mine.

Have you met the limit of your comprehension?

Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

I'm being devoured by every memory I've ever had.

You did not forge me through the pain. I chose to be better.

Poison swirling through my veins like fire.

The path to destruction is often marked with good intentions.

You are no monster.

The day you plant the seed is not the day you eat the fruit.

Necrosis of the void binds to her soul.

We are not "born to die". Does a book begin just to finish? Does a song open with a beautiful chord just to end? Yes, we are born with the inevitable fate of death, but that is merely the final act of the play. We are born to love, to be joyous, to act, to feel. We are in fact, born to live.

Time offers no apologies no matter how long it passes. These scars haven't faded.

You tried to be a father to me, but you just reminded me of why I want to be alone.

Running high from demise.

I refuse to free you with my forgiveness. If I must carry this pain, you must carry the guilt.

Wee woo, mon ami.

Standing at the edge of the crater and all the ashes have gone cold.