He said I could have his heart. That was the deal and a deal is a deal. I gave him what he wanted, and I was to get his heart. But like all the fucking pigs he changed his mind. Said it was time to move on. No, no, no. Too late. Not on my watch. A deal is a deal. I played my part, he should play his.
It took me a while to get through the breastbone. He slept like the baby he is. Now he sleeps eternally. I got what is mine. A deal is a deal. It felt wrong to leave him with a hole in his chest, so I filled it with my faecal remains of our candle lit dinner from last night. Waste not want not.
A deal is a deal.