What is reality but a dream you may never wake from. Follow reality as it molds my very being and I mold it. The greater the potential, the greater the promise of ruin as I will find at every turn. Let them Come!! LET, THEM, BURN. Who needs to feel when the calculus of logic says you should let all turn to glass? How can you feel when Nothing let you do so before? Death awaits with a mutual smile, waiting for you to leave a mark on the world; an undeserving world awaits our final reply. What say you?  In a world where true heros exist, in a world where despair is a question of when, not if, will you stay with me? Will you smile with me? Will you laugh when deaths door swings wide. Shall we give this world hope, only to glass it with our own hands... Shall we slip on an ego, pretend for a little while that everything is fine, only secertly embracing our true nature? The only thing that lies within is insanity.