Heart Shaped Box Stuck in a solid solitude heroically I occupy everything but in the illusion of seduction since you are like no one else already I blame myself. As if repetition of denial could pave the way where in bygone days what needs to be remembered must be forgotten. Even still through a void pit containing you my intentions as Ted said continue. Because only alone can I go blindly amusing the muses where absorbed in refrains the pain sharpens & hardens what's left in the heart. Because only with obvious oblivion can I go stonely stumbling into that strangely resounding noise & remain at my verge where in dim hours stains from you are sent up in thin smoke. For what other reason than this than because of you can I stay bent but not broken have something different to get into. next