I'd cut my flesh and serve it to you on your silver platter
Then I'd leave the bone and be called selfish
I'd give you my heart, but you want my lungs
Let me breathe through the nothing with a beating heart
Choking on the fragments of all I have,
My heart still beating even though there's nothing left
My blood still pumps so I can feel the pain
Now that there's only my conscious corpse,
You can take the bone away
©keirabeech
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