Tonight part 2

I went to the spot you know of. How could I forget the night where you tore out your heart to see how it works? Nevermind that it never went back in the same way. It still functions (mostly). Religion and doctors can only do so much. The tears were sacred that night, and in each drop was reflected a piece of the soul you had never seen. Now it is my job to find each tear and collect them in a bottle, so that you can drink the elixir and be well. So you can take each tear, each fraction of your soul, and piece it together. So you can see your soul, like your heart. But now the tears are sunken into the bricks, and the bottle I hold is a glass sieve.