I have nothing to offer but my body and even then its on loan.

The divine heavens above or Mercurial Sepulchre below
will cash in on this investment soon enough.
Spoiled are my liver and lungs,
no good for harvesting.
The heart,
decaying tirelessly,
for its been unacompanyed for far too long.
Which lives the soul...
tamley caught in a custody dispute
on wherever this balladmonger belongs.