There once was a boy
And that boy was named Me
The boy had a heart
and a head, and a knee
He had other limbs, too
But what puzzled him most
Was the sensitive heart
to which he was host
What lay inside it?
And why was it there?
What made it cry
when its soft skin would tear?
The boy was intrigued
And so one rainy night
He got out of bed
and he turned on the light
He went to the kitchen
and got a small blade
He paused for a moment
a little afraid
He took off his shirt
So it wouldn't get stained
when he'd open his heart
to see what it contained
He steadied his hand
and dug into his gut
He ripped out his heart
and started to cut
Ignoring the pain
he continued to slice
Secrets, he knew,
always come at a price
As his heart shrunk in size
Like a punctured balloon
The boy understood
that he'd die very soon
He reached the last layer
and peeled the last peel
And the last thing he saw
Was a small ball of steel
Jun 16, 2019
Jun 16, 2019 at 12:06 AM UTC
There once was a boy
And that boy was named Me
The boy had a heart
and a head, and a knee
He had other limbs, too
But what puzzled him most
Was the sensitive heart
to which he was host
What lay inside it?
And why was it there?
What made it cry
when its soft skin would tear?
The boy was intrigued
And so one rainy night
He got out of bed
and he turned on the light
He went to the kitchen
and got a small blade
He paused for a moment
a little afraid
He took off his shirt
So it wouldn't get stained
when he'd open his heart
to see what it contained
He steadied his hand
and dug into his gut
He ripped out his heart
and started to cut
Ignoring the pain
he continued to slice
Secrets, he knew,
always come at a price
As his heart shrunk in size
Like a punctured balloon
The boy understood
that he'd die very soon
He reached the last layer
and peeled the last peel
And the last thing he saw
Was a small ball of steel
Yeah, it's a little morbid. Deal with it.
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