The Wonder Of You.

Summing it up in a few bullet-points seems to work well;
Precise details escape the view whilst new truths are hammered into the hateful clay by the dishonest scholars of the human heart.

The ones that denied you now smile.
Cut to end scene, exit left.
The things I wish to avoid clamour for my attention and instead drive me further into a corner to live like a ghost.

To see what I see.
To know where the skeleton bones lay and see the one who made it all happen in sunshine and health and dreams that don't die in the soil like mine.

A future VS A past...

I wish to be Shiva now.
That my trident pierces a deserving heart and destroys all the beauty I lost my soul in.

Rekindle our love in hell, my sweet.