If no one ever sees this my words wont dissipate, nor will they disperse. They will remain the unguided thoughts of a 20 year old boy whos flauntless words will remain in exile of anothers eyes. They will remain for the sole purpose to feed the authors ambitions of a greater future from which a gloomy past has held.
“Now consider this song a testament, of my devotion to your saccharine scent.”
— The Spill Canvas