For you, my heart...
ripped from my chest. Eviscerated. I am.
And if I could,
I would plunge my fingers through my chest
and rip out my heart and give it to you.
A pulpy mass of morbid diathesis.
In addition to my heart,
there are some small organs that I want to give you
glands, sweetbreads... Variety meats.
I am offering these gifts.
Rare gifts.
I know they don't amount to much
in the face of what you've given me.
I've heard these organs cannot survive outside the body
for more than a few hours.
But I'll try to get there as soon as I can.
Whatever happens, it'll be on me.
On my heart.
Isn't it lovely?
Dedicated to a dear friend here--you know who you are. <3
...And I'm sorry--I ruin everything--I couldn't stop myself from adding this gif... ->
;)
