It is almost like we've died entwined in that way we are. And our voices, our touch, our lips are searching for answers to questions not asked. It is not a belief in dreams. It is not a refusal to accept. It is a refusal to let go. And words written over time only serve to paint these days a clearer shade of black. Now a dying wave on a shallow sea. Now a dying wave on a shallow sea. See, our lives fade apart to converge -- only in my darker hours, only in my saddest hours... Take these words pulled from me tied to you. Destroyed, Destroyed, Destroyed, Destroyed. Yours Always.