In every instance I have survived 

The unexplainable journey to destiny 

Every illustration appears contrived 

But the consant agony strikes endlessly 

Love is visible within my eyes 

Dragging along with it deliroius pain

The voices in my head arise

But the broken pieces of quintesscence remain

Crystal tears run along the endless trail

Leaving behind the prescence of affliction

But love whispers its secrets among the nightingale

Beyond the sky it sings the prediction

"The trembling shadows will start to abate

Leaving one's soul to fly among the stars

Finding its other half destined by fate

Keeping the delciate gift as ours"