"Are you intrigued yet, mortals? You're like freshly soaked wood, pliable and able to bend to your will if you apply enough force. Are you curious as to why fear seeps into those organs you call hearts, and wrecks havoc as it toys with your vision and plays with the thoughts in your mind?!

The darkness is a funny thing, no being able to fully control it. Only to survive it, that sect of reality which the masses are spared from ever knowing.

Twilight glitters in my eyes, and evil is sewn deep in my heart. I am a product of pure death and malice, macabre follows my wake just as slime is left behind the snail....

Darkness bends to my will, fighting to take control of my mind and erase all that exists, though the inner light fights to keep it at bay...

Let death be the sweet release that is my music, and the gory aftermath and melancholy that follows is simply the dance that accompanies it."

~Cursed Child

"When time stops and the world comes to a stand still, will someone struggle and break free from reality's grasp and stand beside me as the rest of society calls us 'dreamers'? For as the world stands still, there we are, spending all our time thinking about what could be."

~Stryker