no sound; yes, it's quiet there there's not much point in words if there's no-one to share in time. I've learned my lines, I know them so well, I am ready
not doing all I ought to and by leaving my mind coming bad. And I too am a killer, for emotion runs as deep as flesh and I too am so lonely, and I wish
So here we are, or rather, here I am, quite alone, I'm seeing things that were shared before, long ago ... my memory stretches and I am dazed: you know
I wore my moods like so many different sets of clothes but the right one was never around; and as you left I heard my body ring and my mind began to
Live by sword and you shall die so, All your power shall come to nought, every life you take is part of your own, death, not power, is what you've bought
the smell of death. Saviour of the Fallen, Protector of the Weak, Friend of the Tall Ones, Keeper of the Peace ... Ah, but it is the only way you know
aware of existence, a dimly existing awareness, I am the lost one, I am the one you fear, I am the lost one, I am the one who went up into space, or stayed