Cardio Morti

I have a dead heart inside me, 
you picked it up and put it under your black wig. 
It is not a stone, 
it is a stranger yet once it was agreeable. 
It has cost me my imagination. 
You can't deny it. 
How did it die? 
I called it evil..
i didn't stay to hear your last sentence..
i died on the word HATE. 
Your chronicle of my flaws , 
I let you pretend you were the daddy of all poets, 
you stand for all, 
for all the bad dead. 
who plays for no one. 
I am cement, as i knife out your name 
and all your dead kind.