A heavy stone at the bottom of the heart, br scalding the veins, br screaming of the desire br to regain what was lost. br br A forced smile upon the face, br the mask was worn for so long, that it has eroded what was really there, br and has become br part of the skull. br br A thousand strings hold the body, br immobilizing the mobile, br mobilizing the immobile, br controlling the once controlled. br br A Million creatures begin to br scuttle and scurry in the mind, br leaving chaos everywhere, br whispering all the mumbles of br br br 'if only...