Those Eternal Golden Moments

To what extent has it been? However still I wind up battling this hankering, carefully doing whatever it takes not to stir, the evil presences still painfully moving on my skin. I would say, this street to damnation is cleared with a thin web of inadvertent desire, bound with simply enough charm. Amid forlorn strolls along that horrendous way I brilliantly harp on each event that could have been kept away from, particularly in this latest loss of adoration, for which I was completely ill-equipped. Over many broken scaffolds I've thought and pondered, and I've arrived at the end that I never again know reality of whose blame was what, nor do I truly care to whom the fault should fall upon.

Since it was the point at which I was with you that I at last got myself, in the glimmer of every one of those ethereal brilliant minutes, packaged up safely in the throes of energy we uninhibitedly created. Be that as it may, now, how would I gain those experiences hurt less? Egotistically all I need is to have the capacity to affectionately review the time we spent in each other's hearts and not automatically recoil at the agony that is gradually disintegrating me from inside. And after that, how would I even start to help the gigantic engraving you exited scorched in places that will forevermore expose the name of our wrongdoings?