I dreamt that my heart petrified as I spied the End of Days through a telescope backwards, all light sucked down satan's sinkhole, as a smoking sun poured ash and ember and an ink stain sea swallowed everything.
I dreamt that my heart was torn into two bloody ragged bits of meat and you took one away with you, dripping like so much steak.
I dreamt that my heart ruptured watching a world eating itself inside out, an ulcerous distended underbelly gnawing at the cavitied membrane of civilisation.
I dreamt my glass heart splintered at the song of the nightingale so sweet the silver quiver of notes within that crystal chamber, as to shatter all sorrow forever. I dreamt that my heart was broken and it was.