“Look Closer... Do you see any fucking rainbows and puppies here? The Jester sleeps, Poor bastard. I am he, More or Less. Seeing, Seething, for a time, from these eyes, That long to devour the World. I am the Dark, The Festering, The Rot. I am the Cold, Heartless, Determined. As he, Longs to sing, I, Scream. His the gentle touch, Mine, claws deep. The giggle, And nothingness. I know not, How he holds me back, For if he slips, For just one moment, He is mine, And the World, Will know my Symphony, And Despair.”
