We don’t condemn it as immature

Dispatched, disposed of, ignored, abandoned... The seed of love spit upon, crushed. Lies, upon lies... The princess, never the queen... The queen laughing from the fruit of her actions - her destruction and despicable lies desintegrating the trust and the enchantment that once was. ...and him, mocking the pain and the sorrow - completely disposing of any care. It didn't matter the heart she gave him; it didn't matter that she gave herself completely and blindly. Perhaps that was her mistake. She should have known; she should have guarded her heart. But she believed; she believed in his heart, she believed in her heart. The world seemed full of light and wonder; the light of his eyes filled her soul... no more... all that is left now is the lack of trust - the wound opened, stabbed once more... dead silence, death in heart... waiting for the light of heaven to fill it once more and revive the senses. Zombie - the walking dead. Mechanical being without emotion, without a soul.