• Surgery
    Take the silver scalpel in your small and shaky hands
    Lay me on the table, my lifeless body, now
    my skin, once warm, now just an empty vessel
    put the blade to my chest, prepare to look inside
    Tell me if my heart's still beating, or if its even there
    your eyes dart to mine, looking for a soul
    I'm barren land now, there's nothing left to find
    Slicing through the skin, revealing organs and blood
    these things meant to keep me alive
    Just caused us all more grief