I stand in front of a heart-shaped box looking for the key to open it
Unbeknownst to its inside, I grab a nail and a hammer for safety
There are a bunch of long nails in the tool kit
It must think I am crazy
I try to force it open by using the long nail as a pin for the lock
To no avail, the carmesi box does not seem open
Maybe it will escape on its own if I use an electrical shock
Alas, it remains unopened
I think is trying to speak to me. Yes, I hear its voice from within
It calls for help. It wants to return to its home and break free of this box
I smell animal skin
I won't create a paradox
I already have one of those
Brand new! Just made it last week
The carmesi box is starting to necrose
So I grab the long nail while it's weak
I tried to open the box just to see the memories of my old self
The error of that act was to put it in a box with no holes
Now, I take it with my hands out of it and put it on the shelf
I look at it and see my past souls
I cry
I hit myself in the heart with the hammer and break it
Oil drips down and covers it in a fine layer to preserve the guy
I put it back in the carmesi box. The counterfeit
With my heart back inside
I close the carmesi box with no key once again
I tried
I fill the box with long nails, from all sides and top to bottom, it's stabbed to end the pain
CITEȘTI
Memory Fragments
FantezieWARNING: CONTAINS VERY EXPLICIT CONTENT. Sooner or later, we all crumble beneath our fears. It's up to us to recall what makes us human and stand strong against adversity. Memories, shattered and scattered throughout our lives, come to us one by one.
