boom!The end. Start again.

This incarnation we became was a failure.

There was a time before the seeds of becoming this sort of creature were planted. I was pure, I was sensitive, and the earth itself loved me. The wind knew my name.

These sound like the ravings of a mad man, and that very well may be the case but, where there’s smoke there’s fire. Through my cloak of lies some truth still shines.

I was beautiful once.

I can point fingers, I have a thousand good reasons to be angry, many people to shift the blame on to but in the end, even if it wasn’t my fault, it was my responsibility.

I could have become beautiful once again.

You know, I really do think everything is beautiful, it’s just that not everyone has the eyes to see it.

I do.

The darkest, most depraved things you can imagine have an angle, shine in their own light.

The efficacy of brutality, the ingenuity of the sinister, the purity of true evil.

I can see beauty everywhere

except in me.