The thing under the nailed boards rattles its cage
But its keeper beats the floor, demanding silence.
The man had finally found his heart
And having seen what it could do, he locked it up forever
Hoping against hope it would turn cannibal
That he could forget the emotions throbbing in the space where his chest used to be.
Jun 19, 2013
Jun 19, 2013 at 6:15 PM UTC
The thing under the nailed boards rattles its cage
But its keeper beats the floor, demanding silence.
The man had finally found his heart
And having seen what it could do, he locked it up forever
Hoping against hope it would turn cannibal
That he could forget the emotions throbbing in the space where his chest used to be.
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