• I heard a song today and all I could say was may God grant me on this day a wish to mend the ties that bound us together and make the disaster that caused this to happen, disappear into thin air.
    Neither deserved it though it was served on not a silver but a platter made of rust stained copper.
    Together we could do anything but apart we're fraught with problems that naught be brought to mend alone.
    Only together once more will this Hell become a Heaven and if it be granted that we be given another chance to find what was missing I'll make it my mission to fix these ties severed by not a blood stained dagger but rather a tear stained look.