I am choked by the inability to express myself in poetry—that perpetual feeling that nothing’s right.

This is a message from the damned: the ranks of souls who’ve seen the lie, who know the truth about the mind’s own hell, and the way Life triumphs over those who live it.

This is a message from the damned: who’re out of sync with chance and luck, who’ve felt the stinging roll of dice, who’ve seen the smiling face unmasked, and know our race’s secret vice.