Man Without a Heart

He wanted to be a man without a heart But he couldn't quite start with the cuts that he needed As hard as he pushed down into his own ribs He just couldn't make a chip in his skin Maybe if he found a pretty girl from town she could help plunge the knife deep inside him With a pretty girl found, he asked her around, Now they could begin with his fixing You won't comprehend what went through that boys head As he passed the blades handle towards her And he took off his top to reveal a cross he had marked there the previous day Oh the girl was confused what she needed to do till he said that he deserved a stabbing And then without a word, she didn't stir she stabbed him before he could say stop And it flowed out And he went down With his body all bloody and sore he refused to accept that he still had a feeling He got up and he blamed the girls cuts, maybe that wasn't where all his pain had been stored I couldn't explain how he thought this would change if the girl pushed the knife into his skull, I guess that was where the pain had originated, and willing as ever the girl mashed it in His brains flowed out Oh he went down I think she was afraid at first when he stayed down, as the brain is an important organ But he slowly sat up and spoke a few words, a shadow of what he had been Ah he'd flowed out Now he was out