No Verse I state, A Story indeed. For no rhyme is needful, the truth and its triumph, thy need. Ergo, I quote a truth for you, a tale of a young heart, with a beat of chaos and a calm. Living in his dreams with dreadful angels, his head was a monster with chaotic tangles. He who hustled from the very dawn, had so sleepless nights like a rebellious pawn. A pawn of his very heart, in agony of separations; he burns to ash his memories, in lightning cremations. His memories hold a soul from past, some smiles now cause the anxiety to ever last. For those had been the blooming days, “God bless your cheerful beat”, they often say. Little they knew, if the cheer could ever vanish, for the flaming laughter might burn to Ashes. Don’t blame that sweet soul, as the severance was chosen, no matter his face remains pale and frozen. You could say, his head was a monster, but the tale of his heart has never been spoken, For his life is no flame but fire, burning his he...