Story of A Dead Heart

One night. . . 
Shining stars. . . . 
Bright moon. . . . 
Sleeping world. . . 
And one dead heart. . . 
Walking to the grave. . . 
Grave of it's body. . . 
Came out to see. . . 
That heart which has hurt it. . . 
The pictures are fading away. 
And your memories are broken apart, 
Got no blood 
Though I'm a heart. 
Hard to imagine, 
I used to throb, beat. 
Now got alone, 
dwelling in dead's street. 
See my soul has fallen dead 
Now, I'll sleep forever 
Defending your sick lies 
Which I proved those 
Shapeless truth. 
Cry, cry, shed the tears. 
Gone, gone. . 
Lying lifeless, bloodless, torn up so hard 
Though I was a heart. 
To heart to be hurt. 
So unusual, the murder of me. 
And then thoughts 
Got buried in scars of time. 
That's eternal, following behind my shadow. 
Showed the light, shallow hole and dark again. 
My sense and the pain. 
But I'll be here, 
Lying dusty. 
Will be eaten up by maggots 
And will be some dust. 
But still. . . 
I'll keep you alive, 
Though I'm a dead heart!