I am not sick, I am twisted. Sick makes it sound like there's a cure.

… what a disgrace it is for a man to grow old without ever seeing the beauty and strength of which his body is capable.

This will be home base for the next few months....

Look into my eyes as I take you into the abyss, and I will show you the dark, vile, perverse secrets that are inside all of us...

“Somewhere in the depths of solitude, beyond wilderness and freedom, lay the trap of madness.”

Wheeled in on a cart, lying dormant not dead, Hospital of immortality, butcher their patients bloody red, Taken to a dark room, fear of impending doom, The doctor straps you down, with an evil grin, Grabs his rusty blade, ripping through flesh and vein, He tortures his patients through evil means.

“He went back to his solitary wanderings. Believing any set of four walls to be a tomb or a trap, he preferred to float over the most barren of open spaces.”

“I knew I was a little different from most demons but nothing says freak of nature like a one-eyed gypsy saying I had a rainbow glow. It just didn't sound complimentary.”

“They were tricky, those demons. Could they be trusted? Of course they could be trusted. I created them. I owned them. They wouldn't lead me astray.”