“IN DYING ARMS is that of having your inner beauty being kept inside by the ugly. We let things like love and hate control our whole lives. In Dying Arms is that of a beautiful red rose being contained by barbed wire as it holds the beauty inside, not letting it be released. We are the rose that cannot be free. We are the beauty that is hidden by the foul. We are constantly needing to be carried by others. We are always carried in the wrong direction. The beauty of the inner self will always be contained, because we allow ourselves to be taken down the road of animosity. The Arms that carry us are dying. We are In Dying Arms…”