So why don’t you lie on this cold table and let me open this chest
With a magnified right eye
I make an incision with my laser beam light
Before I investigate… let me look into your eyes
Oh are you mystified?
Wondering why I can feel your insides?
Let me assure you… you don’t need this shit anyway
Your heart is selfish
Beating for no one on any day
With my hand around you throat you look so scared…
“Awe… you use to like this.. what happened? Hello? Are you in there?”
Are those tears rolling down your cheeks and dripping on my steel table?
No no… it’s not a problem.. it’s just that you’re feeling emotion and I didn’t know that you were able
I reach inside you chest and squeeze one of your lungs…
Your mouth under my nose…
My eyes closed…
I remember your soft pants of passion
Your lips are swollen by instinct and they feel as they always have…
I run my tongue along the redness
“Do you remember the times we had…?”
You can’t answer for shock
You can’t even apologize..
..ha.. like I would even give a fuck
You try and say something…
“Sorry I don’t speak your language”
“…maybe God will save us…”
I squat at the end of the table and take the view of your toes
I rise up with a surgical mask and hidden smile on my face
I open your chest and remove a few things
I remove your heart because you won’t be needing it…
Now you are no longer a walking contradiction
No longer my affliction
Let me sew you up..
I promise that I will sew you straight
Oh wait.. did you want staples?
Staples for your chest
Rusty wire for your lips
… nothing surgical about that
I’m just enjoying this