Kukulkan and my Heart of Stone

Great Kukulkan,

Noble son of father Sun,

Ancient accomplice of time,

Please accept this heart of mine,

I don’t want it anymore!

It’s not a heart,

Just a stone core,

And if you tear it apart

Still be as cold as before.

…

So, please take it!

Stab it! Fake it!

Cut it out! Remake it!

Break it! Bake it!

Squeeze the juice of desire

As if it was full of joy.

Burn it in a flaming pyre

As a useless wooden toy…

And then, to please demons and angels

Light seven magic candles

And let it roast on the flame

Again, again and again

…

But I know with wrath and shame,

That still cold it will remain!