In this vein is a Bengal's Breed. It illicits its pleasure from a fear unknown. This is a call from the propreitor of this vein, as it begins to burst, implode, and tear istelf down. It drove me across the hills like a conductor did the last train out of this cursed town. It made me question whether I belonged anywhere. It has caused me to rot and deteriorate in the plain view of the world. It has taken me to places where the darkness envelops me, where the worst feel home, but I have had fear of no virtue or vice alike, because in this vein is a Bengal's Breed. But this vein has burst, and now I shall cower after every step, but I must cut out this vein, because it reminds me how everything has fallen to pieces around it.