I will never let my rage die. I will never stop being angry with you. My heart burns with the fires of hate... to fill the cold empty hole you left in it.

And now I have to watch my father, my hero, die a painful death. Yet you wonder why I'm so cold.

And so I became your pillar of strength in this dark place. A pillar of flesh and bone. All it cost me was my sanity and my soul, and I will never falter.

They have broken my spirit, chained down the beast, and chemically altered the demon. They have trapped me now... more than ever.

You promised me freedom, but delivered only chains. Your chemical cocktail for happiness, is made from the blood of dreams.

Shall I show you the true nature of my dark and twisted soul? Or shall you continue in ignorant bliss?

I wonder why now that I have nothing to live for, I try so hard to stay alive.

Death is an art, and suicide is just a self portrait. A masterpiece of both pain and freedom.

And that day I learned the horrible truth of it all, I too saw black snow falling from a black sky.

The universe is infinite and dark little one. And who's to say what strange horrors await us... patiently... quietly