Picture yourself in a nightmare scene with such gross complexity that you would kill to be dreaming. Your body has been dying while your body has been trying to get your head to picture a life where you would literally kill for your lover. The deaths of countless others to help you set up the lyrics for your stolen song that long awaited symphony. Place your ear next to these lips and trace these whispered notes with your fingertips. They will dance alone on my last long breath. This... is death.