out of habit
For you, my heart. Ripped from my chest.
Eviscerated, I am.
In addition to my heart, there are some small organs I want to give you: glands, sweetbreads, variety meats.
For you, my heart.
If I could, I would plunge my fingers through my chest and rip out my heart and give it to you. A pulpy mass of morbid diathesis.
I'm offering these gifts. Rare gifts. I know that they don't amount to much in the face of what you've given me. I've heard these organs can't survive outside the body for more than a few hours. But I'll try to get there as soon as I can.
Whatever happens, it will be on me.
On my heart.
Eviscerated, I am.
In addition to my heart, there are some small organs I want to give you: glands, sweetbreads, variety meats.
For you, my heart.
If I could, I would plunge my fingers through my chest and rip out my heart and give it to you. A pulpy mass of morbid diathesis.
I'm offering these gifts. Rare gifts. I know that they don't amount to much in the face of what you've given me. I've heard these organs can't survive outside the body for more than a few hours. But I'll try to get there as soon as I can.
Whatever happens, it will be on me.
On my heart.