• I watched this scene paint itself,
    It didn't beckon I came myself,
    As the colors glowed the shadows defined,
    In this random darkness I saw it shine,

    So I casually grabbed it from it's holding,
    and from it's magic it starting folding,
    Compacting into a tiny heart shaped box,
    Inside was the key outside was the lock,

    Well now I'm simply just stuck,
    what seemed great by a sight is now a puzzle,
    I want to open it but I have no ability to do so,
    I can only dig my grave with the box as a shovel,

    What do you know,
    It's still completely locked,
    Why did I expect a loaded gun,
    to never able to be cocked?

    I wouldn't mind if the bullet went through my head,
    What once was a dream surely now is dead,
    There's one thing to do and only one thing to have ever done....

    Leave the box and walk away.