They say these words are meant to be a curse,
Like the red strings of fate severed inside my pulse;
A whisper that faded in the air
Well, fate has never been fair

However, I cannot stop this ink from flowing,
As the emptiness from within is raging--
in response to the heart that never felt the magic;
of learning how a touch can twist the law of darkness and logic

Every day is a new chaos of silence and...