� The sublimest creature the Gods, full of fire; Would marvel at making their queen. Infusing the air with her fragrant desire, and my heart rilled with grave poetry! �-Cradle of Filth
�These are the shores whereto my soul
Blood drenched and unredeemed.
Shalt seek solace in secrets told
Through the whispers of a dream. �- Cradle of Filth
�Our voices are opened graves through which the never-dead escape.�-?
�You tremble carcass? You would tremble even more if you knew where I am going to take you.�-?
�Who asked you to pray for me, who asked you to believe in me?�-Dope, the band.
�Oh my beautiful liar, oh my precious whore. My disease my infection, I am so impure.�- Trent Reznor, NIN.
�You, you are so special, you have the talent to, make me feel like dirt.�- Alice in Chains. RIP
�I�m not racist I hate everyone equally.�- Marilyn Manson
� Your absence has gone through me like the thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color.�- James Wright
� How can I hold a part of me that only you can carry?�- Toad and the Wet Sproket
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