I put your dying heart in the shower,
For Pete's sake, I imagined it would eliminate it's tortuous stink with much power.

Then I oiled your dying heart with oud oil,
Owing to much prodigious hope that it could at least, one day develop a pleasing scent, only to realize I'd created a grotesque moel.


With much effort I brushed your dying heart with my best mop brush.
But, cheater, I only brushed down your nerves for doing good, awakening a frightening character in a rush.


Then again,...