The light was dim, and the cobwebs thick
When first I started this mottled trip
Into the attic where I found
My beating heart lay in the ground
Inlaid with jewels and slices gone
My heart kept beating, on and on
I felt my chest for the sign it was missed
But all I felt was cold and distant
Apathetically I looked on my organ and said,
"You could be, would be, should be dead."
It kept on the track, steady and stern
Replying without words -
"Oh, you'll learn"
I forgot how to cry, and I've never laughed
Today turned a lie out of that.
I pull out a lighter, a smile and when
My digits do the turning,
When flint strikes tin-
The flame flickers higher,
I know what must be done -
To kill my emotion without feeling one.
I pity the flame as I make its arrest
Pick my heart up and replace in my chest
A rush of something enigmatically rare
Somehow uncertainty, small and bare-
I hold onto my chest, my heart, I say
Without words or thought "It's okay, it's okay."
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Corpsette
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