Case Scenario.... here and now.

Before the touch Burns my Memory, and i still Feel Composed. Swirl your cigarette-stained fingertips Inside my Soul. Brand the lids of my eyes, with the Tears that you Cry. Spill your Whispers in my Head. Smude Intercepting shadows on your bedroom floor.

Passing Passion Isn't on the agenda for today. Lightyears down the road... you'll Trace these Memories again. But they Won't Endure what was Never Uttered into sound, Far Away Lost, too Feeble to be Found. These Curves will Pretzel themselves into Our Molds, we'll Still Fit, but Not in the Way we Used to Know.