My Heart

Alexander Knight

My heart is like a shallow grave,

With a scared young boy inside;

Who climbed into a coffin,

To find a place to hide.

My heart’s locked up a lion,

Inside its tiny cage;

Who lays around and sleeps all day,

Building up his rage.

My heart is like a prison cell,

With an innocent inside;

Hungry, cold, and naked,

Stripped of all his pride.

My heart is like a lot of things,

But never like a heart.

It waits, locked up and buried,

To tear itself apart.

2007