A little piece of nothing

Cured

What if I'd take your heart out

In my precise surgeon hands

And get it fixed for good?

What would my cure feel like?

A nip here and a tuck there

A precise cut of scalpel

To take all the poison out

Wouldn't you feel relieved?

With solide golden thread

I'd sew back the broken pieces

Make a few embroideries

I have a few artsy ideas

I'll sprinkle stardust on it

The kind that heals all wounds

And a touch of fairy powder

To make your heart grow lighter

Will touch it with bliss tincture

Just at the right time and space

Your heart will be filled with grace

You'll love its new allure!

But the hardest part shall be

To convice your heart to sing

For this I have a few tricks

And a few little nothings

I'll sew it back into you

When it beats into life again

But not before kissing it, love

Your bloody heart is in my hands

Think not!

I know

You'll crave

My cure

You can't

Resist

I won't

Hurt you

There nothing quite like it

You know it's true...