pandora's catbox

I'm deathly curious, I'm deathly curious

About this box I found

Laying in a pile of memories of you

It's a plain, pale coloured box, decorated by scars

Look at the state of the box... 

There's so much claw marks on it, there's so much puncture holes, there's so much seared edges

I hear it beating, I hear it's shallow breaths, I hear it struggling, I hear it sobbing, I hear it mewling

Look at the blood pooling around the box, look at the blood pool up

I'm deathly curious, I'm deathly curious

But, I know that there isn't a cat in there.

My heart is in there, isn't it?

I'm not opening that box