Hurt should only make you stronger
But hurt hurts.
When I anchored my heart to your skull
I'd run to you to save me the drag
And as you ran, I ran faster
You kept making it seem harder
Till I had an organ less
And a soul, hollow
I won't mind if you ate my flesh;
The bit you tore away
My love for you, my philanthropy
Has often caused more dismay
So bake it tender
After a marinade dip
I could take a bite and taste my love;
Dead. It won't make me sick
I'll turn around and walk
To the closest well or dock
(No more chain
From heart to brain
My direction, my game)
And jump
To asphyxiate me to peace.
