Soliloquy

When he was young, he watched love rip his friends apart
So he vowed to cast away his heart
He grew older, selfish, rich and alone
Heart grew colder, but he prided himself on his heart of stone

There is but a cavern where his heart should be
Because he locked it up and threw away the key
And though he’s wealthy, he is looked down upon
Because hе can’t feel anything for anyone

He repulsеs me, but fascinates me all the same
Do I tremble out of lust or fear every time he whispers my name?
You speak well, warlock, your precious words of art
And I might be delighted if I thought you had a heart

There is but a cavern where your heart should be
Your words are empty and you don’t flatter me
And though you’re wealthy, you are looked down upon
Because you don’t feel anything for anyone

He smiles and leads me away to a dungeon cold and dark
An enchanted crystal casket holds the warlock’s hairy heart
I beseech him to put his heart back in its rightful place
And I cry, ‘Now you will know true love’ as I wrap him in embrace

What is wrong? Can’t you feel me?
This is love — can’t you hear me?
Why do you step back from me?
Where is there hate in your eyes?
Why is there a dagger at your side?
I would run, but I am paralyzed

There is but a cavern where my heart should be
‘Cause you took your dagger and you murdered me
And you stole my heart once, then you stole it once more
And all I ever wanted was for you to adore me

He cuts out his heart and tries to replace it with mine
Now he has no heart; he falls to the floor and he dies