Wait for the rage to age in the darkness and disappear. This thing called life. This maze of miracles and limitless possibilities is not enough. The price is too high. Every door has a Tyger behind it.
Every stranger hides a dagger.
My fate hangs by a horsehair. A puppet with strings on fire. Im burning up and falling down. Drowning in my ashes. As the blood red sun cracks out of the black belly of the night, I disappear into the dust.