Dead Heart

I see your face, my heart skips a beat.

It's hard to explain what's happening to my feet.

You move forward, in for the kill.

I'm frozen, and all is still.

You plunge the knife straight into my chest.

But I feel no pain...

All is lost, I know,

No possibility of any sort of gain.

You're smiling.

I know you want to cut my heart out and eat it.

But I can't help smiling back.

With the controlled anticipation of a conoisseur, you grope for it.

I can see your eyes close and hear your gasp as your fingers find it.

I know what you've been expecting.

Warm, bloody, red and strong.

The expression on your face as you lift it out of the gaping hole in my chest.

Ah... Priceless.

You begin to panic as you finally see what your hands hold.

Not a warm, bloody, red and strong heart but cold hard stone.

Black, yes indeed.

I'm laughing now.

You're disappointed and perplexed.

You see, love, I was dead when you found me.

And dead, I still am.