I don't deny a single word said in anger. I don't pretend to have been a good man. I've lied. I've crossed threaded dreams with infatuations, subsequently losing that war. I've taken advantage of wounded hearts.
I've inflicted inconsolable pain. I was a loathsome silhouette with blurred edges, long before I spun my web.. The web you were fated to become entangled upon. My mind is a contorted and dark place. It mimics an infinite universe. Imperfections are disguised as stars. Blindingly, they captivate even the most vigilant.. Insatiable, my appetite for sorrow is never satisfied.