...Falling stars do cry with the fallen wings of forgotten angels A teardrop blankets the night of a cold embrace plunging into the calm with a thorn from once a red rose Ripples distorted every reflection of a dream quickly fading with the wind and madness roars an outcry with the lunacy of a lightning like daggers in the emptiness of a papercut in the heart Pain can never be mended by a single drop of a nostalgic whiskey and holding on to a candle flame is worse amidst a storm...