"You tremble, you plead, you break… and yet you do not understand. There is beauty in pain. You are the canvas, and I am the hand that paints upon it. Each scream is music, each fracture a verse. I do not inflict suffering to end you… I do it to reveal you. For in the moment you shatter, when your soul claws to escape, you are truer than you have ever been. And that truth… is exquisite."

— Lowell