My soul is fed with needle and thread.
Conscious betrays guilt.
The trouble is not in dying for a friend, but in finding a friend worth dying for.
God is the perfect poet, who in his person acts his creation. - Robert Browning
Your love out there is waiting to push you with your madness, than being an idiot who'd ask you to be normal.
It's okay if I can't breath, you can breath into me.