We come from a world of oblivion, bad dreams.
I'm not really bad, I'm just made up of bad things.
I'm really not a mad man, the voices keep asking.
I used to wear my heart on my sleeve until it fell off somewhere. I smoke too much, drink too much, smile too little and worry too often. I cannot sing, I cannot dance but that doesn't stop me from doing both. I'm a tortured artist with no motivation and I really don't give a ********.
I like to make people laugh and I like to laugh. I have been to the darkest reaches of the human heart, I have witnessed mankind do unforgivable things to their own kind and I have been at the edge of insanity.
If you stare into the abyss long enough, the abyss stares into you.
I am the words left unspoken, I am the unwritten letter, I am the dying star that you still see in the sky because the light hasn't reached you yet.
I am undead.