The author of Mortuos Amantis writes:"All my memories that bind you, myself and I to this world are fading into the distance, as like love to lust, the spark has gone and burned out. Forever apart, the significant pair split, the importance divided and your name dishonoured by shame.Time is not an object, we cannot purchase or sell, but you bought all my time and wasted every penny. By making me suffer for your amusement, I believe your refund is due in shallow and blunt tongues like knifes - spitting my words at you and about you."