My memory of a time when the night was so dark, the sun was afraid to rise

I used to drink to numb

The wound that was once my heart

I sliced my sternum at midnight

Reaching into my cavernous chest

And with the grip of my right hand trembling

I tore the flesh of you out

And drunk, I grabbed a mallet

And with its steel head I began to pound

All memories and life from the beat

Of my delicate and vital pulse

And all hope was rendered lifeless

Just rancid pieces of flaccidity remained

And like a cutlet rotten

I discarded it without a thought