There is no minor points to be made
There is a you that will leave...

I figure i could succeed in the impossible
In the wanting of your heart...

So here we go again
Reminiscing sweet memories...

Faint thoughts of you are abound but thoughts...
And as I dig into the infinity of imagination...

Opening my eyes to your face
So the dream has ended...

What started as a mere collection of thoughts
Memories held tightly as a women would be held...

So the chapter begins with another story told
Of A nameless and faceless character...

You don't mind but you never did
like back then and even now i can't look at you...

The clock never stooped ticking as did my pain
As for that night it was history, a tale between...

Shelters are meant to be broken, and rain is meant...
I can't say that I've thanked anything or person...

I had desires once, for myself and others
A time when my very imaginations, transcended...

In was in this madness that my genius came to be
Yes the terror of transformation, and morbid...