Come out I'm waiting on your front porch you came in through the back door

To be the flame and destruction I so crave to fall upon them, would be delightful, but alas I can't be too negative, weighs on thine consciousness to the bitter end

I don't know sometimes this fills my empty void

Why post where no one else really cares?

Surrounded in darkness with heavenly light above is such a peak setting

Bleh

"I talk, at night, each butterfly's a moth that can't stand light"