Open the window...

beyond what I can confess, more painful then I might be capable to describe, somewhere inside I hurt and scream in anguish, screaming so loud yet you can not hear why these words don't come out quite clear enough for you to understand, holding back to pace myself so that I may not race myself but finding it hard to hold it in, these feelings I'd like to share around, so freely I might turn these feelings to sound and then you might know somehow, these emotions running though my head, making my blood boil, driving me mad, you might have a grasp then of how deep the depths are, from which my shout has made it so far, bellowing from the depths of hell, spawning forth in a burst of radiance to fulfill... the one thing in any existence that matters still, and can never be changed, no matter the spell, to explain the meaning of my love... and nothing more, returning to it's origins, the depths of hell, and hoping when it returns, someone's opened a window, so that the light may shine though... showing no remorse, if the window is still found to be drawn...