It's cold and dark just like my soul. My life has been unending torment since the day of my birth. Every day I wake up into a new hell, as if the whole world is laughing at me with every fresh struggle I'm forced to endure, to please the witless masses and give them a tragic comedy to distract themselves with. I walk a lonely road, the only one that I have ever known, don't know where it goes, but it's home to me, and I walk alone.