From porcelain pots pour me your petty pain. Prescribed pills provided to keep you "sane". Intimate instances interrupt my intent to inform you of my true love. Stifling smoke starts to suffocate. Steadfast you stagger to stimulate. Convoluted conceptions concave your chest. Coronary conditions cause cardiac arrest. Detours deviate the direction of your drive. I need a detailed description of your destination time. When will you arrive, when will you be by my side? Watching and waiting, where are you? Another year has past me by and nothing's new. The story seemed so quick, how could it end? No action or climax, the protagonist is dead. Be my rising action so I can resolve my life story before it dissolves