I see life in a cool breeze, the way you imagine in a dream. Once the breeze is gone you are left with the heat. The heat of hell and uncomforting. You hear the beauty of the flowers voices. You can feel them in a dream. Once the flowers are gone, all that's left is the dirt and the screams. I taste the innocents of a new life. The way you wish in the darkest hour. Once corruption begins, the innocents is wiped away, and gone forever. What I see in this world was full of promise, now what I once saw, is blown away in the wind. The love cannot be mended and the pain is full, but we can try it again.