Love fades, passion vanishes Vision chases reality and becomes its realm of cruelty When dreams are met with death Then whatever that is left behind, tarnishes   Be felt promises, lingering memories Seek icons of divinity and mount false premises Within the hues of uncertainty, it’s the altar of belief Whom the dart of doubt always misses   At some juncture in life At some point in existence We all stop and part ways with selves And adorn fate with stains ...More