Better the devil you know, better the wound that you sew, better the lever that strikes down to sever the organ to which your blood flows.

Better the wound that you make, better the nail that you stake, better the pain that’s caused by your rein or the lives that you alone take.

Never get too close, never expect the most, and never allow what you feel to become a big deal or invest too much in a host.

I have done all that I warned, I have fallen for a feeling so warm, and now I must lie by the bed I defy and deal with what comes in her form.