Speak Of The Devil, And The Devil

It's Not The End. It's The Beginning.

I Wondered – Would A Bullet Through My Temple Actually Kill Me Or Just Leave A Really Big Mess For Me To Clean Up?

Non-reality Was Black, And It Didn't Hurt So Much.

I Just Know I'm Too Much Of A Wuss For Stephen King's Books. I'm Way Too Chicken To Read Horror.

You’re Not Asleep, And You’re Not Dead. I’m Here, And I Love You. I Have Always Loved You, And I Will Always Love You. I Was Thinking Of You, Seeing Your Face In My Mind, Every Second That I Was Away. When I Told You That I Didn’t Want You, It Was The Very Blackest Kind Of Blasphemy.