Their touch was gentle, like the touch of an angel. Well, only an angel could gaze through your shield of flesh and iron to see what you hide from everyone. It was love for you. But you never said those words to that angel. They never gave you time to tell it; they ripped that time out. And you? Well, you're not an angel. You've never been. And everyone will know it soon.
Life being what it is, you dream of vengeance.
(Safety: Trauma )Revenge could be evil, maybe, but it is natural.
(Safety: Trauma )Beware the wrath of the quiet.
(Safety: Trauma )Vengeance is cheap; gratitude is expensive.
(Safety: Trauma )Vengeance, the sweetest morsel ever cooked in Hell.
(Safety: Trauma )