trapped inside my heart shaped box...
how can she speak such kind and soft words that caress his face and cleanse his soul, when she has eternally condemned herself to living in the past? promised to another? she sends him on an errand from which she expects no return. he must now walk through the ever growing forest of illusions which is never the same twice. its getting dark and the sun has disappeared behind the tall trees of dispair. every word she speaks is a mockery of his emotions. every kiss she offers is christened with "his" blood. was it ever real? or just a clever play on words all in his mind? once he finds the glade which offers protection from the cold and harsh ways of the earth, he can rest his weary soul. she was supposed to meet him here, but once again he finds himself sitting alone as the tears fill his now cold and hopeless eyes. emotional suicide has taken its course and the struggle is finally over. as he lay there gasping for air so that he may once more remember the non-existant joys in his life, the sky opens up and a ray of sunlight shines through and warms his face. the last tear makes its way slowly down his cheek and in this moment he is happy. he won't ever have to hurt again.