• Opened Box

    The locked box given to you at birth,
    Is never to be opened.
    My words will bring hate,
    I wished they'd bring joy.
    I natually hurt others,
    And I naturally kill.
    Over time,
    They have given me the keys,
    That go to those many locks.
    But i wish I were those angel wings,
    Blanketing you with protection.
    But I, am Loveless.
    The locks have been released,
    And my box has been opened.
    I shall pick up my violin,
    And i shall stroke the stings.
    My fingers shall caress the piano keys,
    What stains the ivory,
    are my shadow tinted tears.
    My box is propped open,
    Letting it out.
    I shall fill hearts with music,
    Filling each note with love,
    Passion, and devotion.
    Yet i am unable to give,
    Such emotion to a soul,
    Because i am cruel.
    I have become a murdering shadow.
    For inside my box was not love,
    But hatred and the thrist to kill.