I hung my heart out to let it dry,
put a noose around it to help it die.
Darkened the clouds that hung around,
silenced its beat to make no sound.
Turned my back on the flow of red mud,
dripped below to a puddle of blood.
I walked myself away from the scene,
a hole now sits where my heart has been.
Distanced from my silent rhythmed tone,
now heartless with it dried to a stone.