I want to put this vapid world to a torch and warm my hands by its flames.
Sometimes, I wonder what keeps me so sane.
My thoughts straddle the line of insanity, dancing on either side in a cruel jape, but what keeps me sane? I have no idea.. My thoughts turn more and more violent as each smile flashes across vacant faces, meaningless. I am mortal. Yes, that's it and I'm going to change that.

I reckon I should tuck myself into bed and just excuse this as a minor fit of injustice.