can you hear that whisper in the wind--
the gentle sigh of a heart as it flies away
weightless? it ceases to be captured by a cage
of bone. that poor girl, innocence resounds
from her ashen face, but oh! how she had to
and claw, to free that clumsy heart of hers.
did no-one tell her how unattractive
it is to have a gaping hole in her breast?
and all she ever wanted was to be beautiful
and unshackled, for her chains were not
endearing. but that has no importance
now that her heart is floating through a
silver-lined mushroom cloud of love
towards the only one who ever let her
feel herself. and that boy, oh that boy!
he is all the freedom she can wish for.