there's an ache in my chest
that I cannot describe
no medicine can cure it
nothing a doctor can prescribe
for it's the pain of a drill
going deeper and deeper
making the slope of my heart
steeper and steeper
how deep it has gone
I cannot fathom
although I hope it stops
before it reaches the bottom
because that's where I love you from
the bottom of my heart
you even hold a piece of it
so we are never apart
I think I can hear it
hit with a clunk
the store of my love
a sturdy metal trunk
I think the drill
would hate it
if I told him he
can't make it
So I think
I'll wait a while
though it's utterly futile
Because eventually the metal will dull the blade
and the drill will realise
the price it paid
I can hear it's whine
as it tries
to pry open the metal
with fizzles and cries
My love for you is strong
so the trunk isn't weak
resisting the drill
and it's electric squeak
It begins
to lose power
the metal doesn't
shudder or cower
It slows to a stop
unravelling with a pop
scattering all it's parts
on the trunk top
In conclusion
I would give this advice
when in confusion
don't take to a vice
For love will be stronger
than any force you could use
and if you try too hard
you might lose a few screws
The pain has culled
the trunk crushing
the drill's hopes
Here our journey
comes to and end
That's all folks!
