29 April 2012
Hello Pandora.
You've taken everything from me.
Stripped away my hope and laughter, the joy and the smiles. Love and compassion.
I'm left with the ilk of despair.
You'll have to wrench these from my stone cold grasp. Cut me for the grief, beat me for my dull gaze, the nonchalance contained; sneak by and snatch the fury, the anger and burning rage.
But for despair alone?
Break my bones and tear my skin, rend my soul for there within, I cling to sweet despair, the only thing that stays throughout, let it free.
With my blessing, take despair, for you shall destroy me.
Sincerely, The Box. • Opuss № I