You say happiness can bloom in dark places...
I'd rather rip up the roots and leave them to die on the sidewalk.
Anger serves me much better.
It keeps me alive, keeps me unscathed and wins me every fight.
Sorrow reminds me to stay careful, to keep myself isolated.
The less chance there is for attachment, the less chance there is for pain.
The devil's snare creeps over the cobblestones,
Trapping those foolish enough to come near.
It avoids the sunlight, like me.
We have more than that in common it seems.
The shadows my sanctuary and my mind my prison.
Just don't leave the door unlocked.