Mysterious eyes filled with rage
a tired and weary heart
stuck in a cage
left on the shelf to be shown to the world
but never out for anyone to care
dusty from the years
and all the unturned pages
if not tended to with care,
it could shatter from the ages
being kept hidden
ashes of dust fall to the floor
and tears fall like rain
the weary heart lets itself out of its shell,
its cage, its doomed hell