Here lies your inner child. Taken too early, as they always say. A beautiful light snuffed out before it had a chance to grow. Voice crushed by hands of the cruel world. Playful imagination crumbled to reality. Full and loving heart pin-pricked to slowly drain out. Slowly, so you can feel the pain of the emptiness. Adventurous dreams danced in a brilliant mind before they were trampled to dust. A hallowed vessel, nothing more than a shell, is all that is left to dig the grave. All that is left to burry the secrets of an inner child that is now forgotten.