I have something that is slowley killing me. Eating away at my heart.Theres something i want but cannot have.A door that is locked without a key. The key to my heart is what it has.BUt someone has the thing i want. It cant be bought with money or traded for items. My heart begins to tear,onto my soul it will wear. HOlding out my hand,trying to grab it. I cant reach. Im falling,but wait i have wings. All angels do...A reach toward my backs tells me different. Im falling and ment to hit the ground.