"To conquer a masterpiece it most come from the heart.
Only then will you be able to call it a true work of art."

Bleeding from the inside, struggles a lover's heart. Day by day, every piece gets torn apart. Been crossed before, hurt over time. Always hid all the pain burning inside. Buried it so deep as if one were covering up a crime. Hiding all her problems by pushing them aside.

Love a conquest, she strives to defeat. By building a wall as hard as concrete. That way others would not succeed and therefore have to retreat. Blocking the world out and not give in. She continues to fight a battle within. So scared that if only once she chooses to let her guard down. The possibility of another heartache, in her own pain she may drown.

She can not trust, therefore she will never be able to love. A pleasure she will never conceive of. She may be able to look her better half in the eyes. Then with words of Love speak to him with lies. Distressed in agony by her own torture and torment. Lives a lover who in a relationship can not be content. Now as she wonders how her heart can still break. She never realized that the wall she put up was a mistake and that Love has the power to also give and take.

How can love be so dark? Will be left in the end with a question-mark.