The Surrender


One night, I fell ill

I grabbed the scissors

And swallowed all the pills

I cut my chest

and held my heart

God did not bless

My work of art

As it beat 

was still alive

A bite so sweet

My heart began to thrive

I put it in the blender

To wrap in glass

Meat so tender

You cannot pass

My heart is yours

For you to keep

Have a taste,

It's oh so sweet!


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