To have a heart you must first have a heart,
that rules me out and at the same time the thought ***** me in,

where a heart should be is a vacancy, a sign written in blood and tears, a sign that's been there for more years than I care to remember, but remember I do, remembering you leaves an ache in where there should be a heart,

but he functions like clockwork, clocks in, clocks out, goes about his business and no one is any the wiser, no one knows he hides a
dark emptiness gnawing at his chest, best that they don't, they might take pity, but a city full of pity wouldn't be enough to fill that hole.