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