I give you my heart.
Here, take it. Rip it from it's
seams. Teach me to bleed.

If that's not enough,
sink your fingers deep within
pull apart sinews.

Are you satisfied?
No? Me neither. I want more.
I'm not yet hollow.

Drain this blood; warm, red,
from these small veins. Leave me cold.
For you, my soul, dear.