Creating that imagery of thy lovers lips. I know not of that sweet scent no more for I have lost that ability to hold onto.her hand. A calamaty has sprung into action and is playing a role of hardships of brutal memories flashing back to a time where I thought being right.was all the time everyone had…till a monster from my forest dragged me into the darkness where I was in a coma years and years on end. Do I still let the demon keep tags on me? Or let my inner self obliterate it?