I need just be a bayonet, a bayonet named Diving Punishment. I wish I'd been born a storm. Or a menace. Or a single grenade. No heart, no tears, just as a terrible gale'd have been good. If [by doing this] I become that, then so be it.
Philosophy, Religion, God
The Bird of Hermes is my name, eating my wings to make me tame.
Fear, Vampires, Mythology
Man cries, his tears dry up and run out. So he becomes a devil, reduced to a monster.
Life, Sadness, Humanity
Resignation is what kills people. Once they've rejected resignation, humans gain the privilege of making humanity their footpath.
Humanity, Immortality, Giving Up
I wish I had been born a storm. No heart, no tears, just a terrible gale'd been good.
Humanity, Regret