watch me as i undress; pull off the sheets of an ancient chest. i give you now the long lost key; go on, my dear and unlock me.
i know you seek a work of art but all you'll find is a rusty heart with rusty gears that spin no more yes, i'm broken from the core.
"hold on," you say. you hold my heart and gently fix it part by part, then with such grace you place it in; working smooth as how it's been a billion years before it failed; before false love my heart impaled.