The Beating of a Metal Heart [On Hold]

The Beating of a Metal Heart: Prologue

Prologue: Verses from a metal heart

Mathilde's Point of View

I opened my diary, that little black book whose dainty covers held together the story of my life... so far.

After all, I had gotten too timid to confide in anyone. Even my "best" friend.

I went on to write,

Light my Fire

I can cause my ears to be filled with music,

My eyes with things deemed loveliest by many, 

I can try to do what I had never done,

But how do I fill myself before all's gone?

Can it be that the void within myself 

Is too immense; may it not be satisfied?

Or that what fills me hath now ceased to pour forth,

That now I am hollow, bereft of my worth.

What might be the thing to give back my meaning;

To lend comprehension as to what I'm seeking?

Shall I be for ever an unfilled vessel,

Drained of feeling, nothing more but a shell?

How does it feel to love, to laugh, and to live?

How does one... smile? How does one weep and grovel?

What I long for, a chance to life! How I dream

Of a world not a fiend, a world yet unseen!

Huh. I've gotten quite fond of poetry now, haven't I?

I wrote the date, "November 29, 2010", and closed my diary. It is time.

This is the day when everything changes. For better or for worse. A gamble, with a full life at stake. Smiling, I stood up and walked into that white door of the doctor's office.