Simplicity is my power. Vulnerability is by downfall. Anger is my gas for revenge. Life is my salvation. Many have deceived me; but I have deceived more. Behind these innocent eyes lies my lust that killed the hearts of the kindest people I know. I nurse my own heart, I rejoice my own victory. I hate vanity, but longs to be injected with it. I'm not perfect nor ideal. I am my own monster in many ways. I bear, I agonize, I rejoice, I sing. These are my words. My world. My life. Nothing more.