My heart doesn’t bleed
For if it did
I would be mercifully released from this world
My hands are the bloody ones
Digging, scraping
At the very door to my chamber of firearms
They are rap, rap, rapping and scratching
Pitifully, to no avail
Entry is refused
Where is the key?
By my hand
This door will fall
I will deny the heart its ache
To acquire the jewels of the soul