Here I sit at the fire,
liquor's bitter flames warm my languid soul.
Here I drink alone and remember
a graven life, the stain of her memory in this cup, love's poison
for love is the poison of life
tip the cup, feed the fire,
and forget about useless fucking hope...
"If these are gonna be my last words, then you’re gonna listen. I met the Emperor, and I took the Time Vortex and poured it into his head, and turned him into dust. D’you get that? The God of all Daleks, and I destroyed him! "