There it is:

The heart of the artist

Still beating yet,

Locked in a cage.

Like the man on the moon,

You can spectate in phases.

Oh so delicate is this organ,

There is no other place for it.

With this lump of putrid flesh,

A mirage of horror fills the room.

With agony and disgust

The guests must be kept 30 feet away

Before they vomit.

If he is breathing heavy,

You can tell

If he is bleeding out,

There will be no Band-Aids.

Only his instrument in an exhibit

Alone.

The head on his shoulders

Contains oh so much information

His ego must be stroked

At least twice a day

Unless you need him to perform better;

He needs that panic attack.

This heartless monster can love none

He is left to his brain to act in love

As a catalyst,

He removes everyone around him

Just to sulk in the corner.

His head beads up with sweat

The emotionless stare he displays

Can only contain so much dignity

His face swells up from

The gaze, to The glare

That blocks his vision.

The windows are all closed

There must be no escape from our containment.

His duty is to provide us

With the correct price of admission

He was made to be put here.

He dug himself inside

The hole he could not climb:

The shovel is alone with him.

As if his brain is a chronic schism;

He shall prepare

For all of his weird stares.

The emblem of his Heart

Is located on a keychain

In the store on your way out.

The brand recognition is undeniable

That is your only way to live.

The window is accidentally left open for one night.

A white dress flows in.

Folding and unfolding itself,

The see-through silk folds through the room

Like a bountiful cloud

It lays itself on the attraction;

It covers the Heart.

The beating eventually slows,

But the vein leaks.

And as the gentle wind blew against the house of cards

It whispered in-between the openings

And told it to fall.

No one saw this sheet come in

There have been rumors

All that is known is that one day,

The heart simply stopped beating.

And the red sheet still drapes over the Heart.