A Horrible Thing_ by: unknown forgotten

At some point in the dark room that dreary night, his heart was removed, torn straight from his chest, and dipped into a bucket of crude oil. In the morning he awoke with a severe pain in his chest. He peered down to see the awful mess. Black oil and blood strewn across the room. The crude stitches coming out of his chest were made of fishing line and floss. He immediately coughed up oil, and his eyes turned all black. His mind blazed with fire, and his soul was gone. He lived for not more than three days, until he dug out the black heart from within himself. With a dagger and a box cutter, he killed himself that night. And there was his corpse, sprawled out upon the floor. His chest open, merely torn flesh. For his black heart still beating, and living off the death.


That makes me feel sick...