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
