My heart in a black body bag
It said 'Do Not Resuscitate'
Falling for your charms - a trap
That - You can now celebrate

My heart was bruised
Now it beats no more
Black as night
It fell dead onto the floor

Knowing your kind
I still followed you
I warned my little heart
Foolishly, it still admired you

Now it lays in a body bag
They looked for the owner
But my blood-soaked chest
Gave away no clue

I laughed and
said 'I told you so'
The bag was zipped until the end
I will not suffer anymore

When I buried my heart
He came dressed in black
Without words I sank
The sea of silence in the dark

'My Condolences', he said
Without granting me a look
Tall, among the grey of death
he stood

He stood as if he did no wrong;
'How many funerals are on your count?'
To reply, it did not take him long
'I no longer count'

My heart was now another number
Another one that he can cross
My body too, felt number
My path he will no longer cross.