Have Heart

Take my hand
Rip my fingers off
Take these knives
Hang me on a wall from my open filthy palms
Take my eyes
Rub these orbs of horror with this sandpaper
Take this fork
Claw my eyes out
Remove them from my skull
I mourn for myself
I mourn, I stand up
And I push another dagger into my chest
I remember the times I've cried
I remember the times I've died
I remember the scars
And I slip the noose around my neck
I tell you to be happy
I beg for forgiveness
And I let myself slip to the floor
I lick the dirt of the ground
I inhale the nauseous fumes
And I let you down again
So inviting, yet so deadly

The End

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