I reach deep inside myself,
Fingers clutching a dying heart.
I gave it away so long ago.
It came back to me,
Against my will.
It can not live within me...
It does not beat or ache.
The pain is much too intense.
I fell in love so long ago.
It's still a part of me,
Against my will.
It can not die within me...
I close my fist around it.
Expecting it to burst.
It was alive so long ago,
Against my will.
Once again it is within me...
It does not collapse in my grasp.
The scars are far too tough.
It should have healed so long ago,
Against my will.
Still, it is numb within me...
It falls from my hand to the floor.
It crashes and shatters beyond repair.
It should have died so long ago,
Against my will.
I place the pieces within me...
- L.C. 1999
