The broken soul is no safer than the whole. The fire comes for both.
A dreamer cannot wake but that he dies, and death’s the path to dreams.
Satan casts out Satan, but does he pack before he goes?
I met a man without a face.
I met a man put out of place.
I met a man there in the mirror.
I met a man who’s full of fear.
There are three ways to go, but one way we came.
Go right to light, left to death, or leave to ramble on the grass.
But you can’t go back.
Tale Told 