The Heart

Love is a curious thing,
it's a song that few can sing.
Those without are in misery,
they are left without a key
to their heart-an open box
that's been hit repeatedly with an ax.
We've fallen hard,
hit with shards
of glass
and cast
from eternity.
We dreamed maternity,
but fell for the death.
With our last breath
we left
the rest
alone in our sorrow.
Sweet misery,
you were there eternally.
Love left us
blind and abandoned.
We were hit with a semi,
death you couldn't deny.
So our hearts stopped
together
as one.

-Misery