Fiona Walker/Stereotypes

The Good, the Bad, and the Dark Side
	for whatever we lose (like a you or a me), it’s always ourselves we find in the sea
	I won't believe in Heaven or Hell; no saints, no sinners, no devil as well.
	In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.
	Victims -- aren't we all?
	I am the maker of rules, dealing with fools; I can cheat you blind.
	Et cum illi pueri dicerent: Σίβνλλα τί ϴέλεις; respondebat illa: άπο ϴανεΐν ϴέλω.
	Their short uneasie sleeps are broke with care, To look how near their own destruction tends.
	I have measured out my life with coffee spoons; I know the voices dying with a dying fall, Beneath the music from a farther room.