There are crimes of passion and crimes of logic.
The boundary between them is not clearly defined.



Sometimes I think there's a beast that lives inside me,
in the cavern that's where my heart should be,
and every now and then it fills every last inch of my skin,
so that I can't help but do something inappropriate.
Its breath is full of lies; it smells of spite.



To burn with desire and keep quiet
about it is the greatest punishment
we can bring on ourselves.



It is said that blood is thicker than water.
It is what defines us, binds us... curses us.