Priceless

In the gothic structure, in its premise

Numerous artifacts, there lies

Most of them, broken & shapeless,

There is a price for being timeless.

Slowly you stalk, 'cause you need to observe,

Only then you would see how antiques serve,

Now they get extinct and go useless,

There is a price for being timeless

Narrating memoirs, silent and loud,

Smell is how they communicate, humbly proud,

Passerby is deaf for the explanations are Voiceless

But there is always a price for being timeless.

Was that my heart or museum i was talking about,

Well, nevertheless, who cares when you didn't hold,

Someday, after a long time, you would be ageless,

You may visit my heart, and find yourself priceless