sitting alone, all alone. surrounded by vultures waitting to eat on my heart. they can look but they can't touch that poisonous thing caged in my chest. it causes me pain when those angels glow with love. their smile seem to come so easily while it takes so much for me to even consider this compassionate feeling. i feel empty and long for their contagious touch but who'd touch a hidden freak? i have nothing to offer but a cold wind from the bottom of my heart. a sign of resentment for their lack of earlier notice. i casted a spell on my heart to repel those who find themselves brave enough to conquer it. they will not add to its ugliness, it is already rotten by loneliness, it won't be shattered carelessly by some fallen angels, cosins of satan. i will not let them in that cage, where, even if in a pitiful state, it rests safely from hands who will suffocate me in a tourbillon of distress. and those angels, they can keep smilling while i remain longing for them, while i remain repelling them... so until someone can melt that icy front, this heart will bear a "do no enter" sign. and to those who choose to ignore it, may peace be with you.