to be a 9 tailed fox condemned to a box for fear of loved ones being frozen not having the emotional capacity to unthaw them you couldnt understand how I went to sleep so flawlessly after walking in the house bruised battered and mangled I feel I've killed all my Angel's from the pure smell of anguish flash of a once award winning smile but now all you see are the fangs boo I've been living like a dog a miles touch away from man I've got pure love in my heart I've got pure rage in my hands