It was the ventricle I left
The same one I had no right
To be in
I was lost in your heart
Bereft
I turned down a one way street
Going against the flow
Your heart beat to my feet
But no further could I go
The city's hustle and bustle
Was too much for me
A busful of fat tourists
Looking for Cathedrals
And Vaults, Crypts and Mausoleums
Just nothing of the mournful museums
I left the chambers of commerce
I left the hallowed halls
I left all my promises
Behind the bars of prison walls
I kept visiting the prisoner
But my words felt hollow
I kept my vigil
In arteries, that led to capillaries
In chrysalis that hung like carcasses
In cold stores of the heart
But the butcher came out
And asked me what I wanted to eat
He said you can eat your heart out
But I ain't giving you no free meat
I had to pay on credit
I've got an account at the heart foundation
But I left the ventricle
Ashamed by my humiliation
I should have had the courage
To go in and ask for what I wanted
But I've always waited to be given
When others deem me daunted
Yet to be a rich man owning a city
To be a working man making a living
What can discourage you? Need no pity
To walk like a rooster, ready and willing
To bet it all, on a game of chance
No to given nothing except a dance
In the hall of the second glances
In the tower of freelances
Waiting to free the maiden of work
From the fell clutches of her enslaver
The dragon of capitalist return
The serpent of endeavour
The vacuum of a worthless worm
Who has ensnared her