A club in your hand Pounding on my heart That isn't malleable enough
It is too hard This organ This feeling
Nothing will falter No piece will ever fall
Left unsteady Nothing to grip on to No long and golden locks Strings were never attached
This is my tower Lacquered and polished Locked and loaded
I am a damsel in distress, but You are not my knight in shining armor Leave my heart in deep slumber
Hard, Fell, Grip: My Heart is Just Asleep.