There is a man with a nail in his heart
Who sits on the edge of darkness,
He sits all day staring at empty space,
His eyes filled with misery and madness,
A contorted look upon his face,
It's filled with red-eyed tears,
He sits very still, 'cept for a shudder or two
From the ever creeping cold fear.

He sits beneath a midnight moon,
Morning, noon and night,
Adrift on a melancholy ocean,
Conjuring visions of a long forgotten twilight,
Vague memories of happier times
When he felt he'd been smitten by Cupid's dart,
He gave her his life and pledged his soul,
And she hammered a nail into his heart.

Muttering words of rejected thought,
No one hears his wailing sermons
Of a passion, long burned to ash
In the cremation of a love left to mourn,
He clings, with clenched fists, to a memory,
To a dream of hope, and a phoenix,
But the nail in his heart is rusting fast
As his dream escapes into the mist.

As the cobwebs pile up in his mind
To veil his sight further still,
He hears whispering shadows try to talk to him,
Strange words about removing a nail
Is all he can recall.
And he wishes they'd just go away,
To vaporize with his dream,
So as he can catch up with his memory.

For memories are all that's left
Of a love that he once felt immortal,
But she didn't share the love that he gave,
But still she ran off with his soul,
For a pledge is a pledge is a contract,
A legally binding promise,
He pledged his soul, now it's hers to hold,
To leave him with his fear and his madness.

Oh why did you make a fool of me,
To leave me to cry and wail?
I gave you my heart, my life, my soul,
And all you returned was this nail,
This nail that will be the death of me,
For it is in my heart that it's wedged
And I'll keep it there as a memory.
For this nail is all I have left.

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