THERE'S A CRACK IN THE MIDDLE OF YOUR HEART. And then she died- I slept with the lights on for seven years until my eyes caught fire. Last night, she drowned nails went through her eyes, so they'll never close. but "red is the color of romance" look, she's covered in blood, and his blood is red. so when his eyes gouge with crimsion, "his eyes" your eyes "aren't brown anymore" but she wouldnt know his eyes are black, but she clenched her fingers in his arms, her nails not long enough to make a mark, his lips smearing across his face, his eyes turning gray from her lipstick as she speaks, and he breathes into a cigarette, and burns to death. as she stares... LAUGHING. She sat there, blankly. "Oh wonderful," she spoke, "another terrible write." Then she threw away her feelings in a nearby wastebasket, forgetting the world in which she gave away to.