Your lukewarm fingers gently touched br the covers of my heart, br opening up the book of my life.. br but..why would you read some lines br to uncover the dismal, br bitter boiling poison of my years? br no longer, through my veins flows br a blood that must keep me alive, br whilst I'm traped in the clenched br hands of never-ending night.. br therefore, I must go, and yet taste br the kiss of death, the kiss of time. br br would you like to share my dying dreams? br br In one's arms I used to seek for shelter, br and looked again into his eyes.. br but all I saw was self-destruction br and the deadly chaos spiraling br up towards my troubled mind. br maybe back then, it wasn't love at all.. br or he wasn't the one, I was told. br still, in my dying dreams he's there br and glimpses of love break the silence- br where have our memories gone? ! let's see br could they be beyond the grave? -LOVE is..