The boy prince with the keyhole chest, and the girl with the skeleton key vol. I

the boy prince with the keyhole chest sat alone
upon a pile of comics he used as a throne
reading them all one page at a time
he lived in his own world of heroes and crime
for hours a day he scratched at his lock
his nails all worn down
he left bloody fingerprints upon his crown
his heart had been closed and locked tight away
no matter how hard he tried
cant make happiness stay
he tried prying it open one day with a stick
leaving scratches and scrapes on the metal around it
he tried bashing it open one day with a rock
leaving large dents behind he continued to pound
his only choice now was give up, settle down
he sat back on his throne and he tilted his crown
he never would feel that thump thumping of love
he never would feel the soft fluttering of doves
within his hollow chest
like the tin man once was
with a heart locked away
the boy prince and his cage
a prison unto himself
who could not find a smile despite all his wealth
he crossed his arms then and he started to frown
he cried only once
a single tear fell
that keyhole chest rusted
as it splashed to to the ground