We are the strangers that belong together, the enemies that lack hate, the lovers tortured by fate.
I'm the one who dreams alone, guarding a world without allowing anyone else in. You sit and watch me believe that I'm the one chosen for this fate. You love the torture I provide to feed your soul. You love the world I'm keeping you out from. You love the destiny of the broken-hearted , the tears of the discarded soul, the songs of the dreamers graveyard.
Blissfully we exist knowing the futility of our lives that only provide stories for those who crave the pain without ever wanting to touch love. - A London minute (in Abu Dhabi)