What is a heart?

A symbol, a shell of our desires?

Or something more?

My desire, never to be fulfilled. Forever and now, binded in cold chains.

Is it love? An emotion that binds the heart?

What is a heart? You are so far away to me...

If you shall never embrace me, for I will never speak a word...

I will. I must.

Close my heart, and don a mask.

Cold shadows come from a crying heart, and I feel I will embrace them. Soon.

Go on home my friend...