This wretched heart of glass
Aches with each beat each pulse
Enfolded in pure silk net
The silk net is tight and strong
Won’t tear, expand or let go
Slowly squeezing the breath
Out of this heart that aches
This heart as though a rag
That’s drenched in tears of pain
It’s held tight in two hands
Wringing the nectar of life
Out of this heart that aches
This heart feels like the Universe
Sits heavily on its neck so frail
Can’t move or slip from under
This heart since, always aches
This heart sheds tears of red
As time fades its sheen on face
Pleads in hope that may be peace
Will set it free out of its shell, so
This heart will stop to beat
So this heart will stop to ache
