End, Mermaid!

What kind of sound does a heart make
When it breaks
It is an unstrung harp speaking in cant
A screaming astronaut pulled into a black hell
The plaintive cry of the unborn child
A blade of lightning torn from the heavens
Toward an aged Beethoven

It bellows where the tree falls
And revels among the true assassins
Who burn the memory Into forever

Armour holds it captive
Where it echoes in its self-made prison
Wrenching suicide from the soul
But no one can hear