There are only a few in this civilization,
who can be the givers.
Since the beginning, the time of our creation,
many things have happened that would give you the shivers.

We hold the bad things,
we take away your pain,
the horrible endings,
that led to our gain.

But someday we won't, we won't be able to take it,
the weight of the lives, the lives that couldn't make it.
We'll have fallen apart and couldn't even fake it,
our bodies turned stone and none will ever break it.

He pulled out a box after our first fight.
He told me I must fit inside.
I should have ran away that day,
but instead I offered him my wrist,
to begin the break down of my body parts.
My arm fractured easily and bent back on itself.
My femur took a lot of force,
but eventually it gave way,
and no longer did I stand.
My hips were cranked in opposite directions,
as if twisting apart an apple.
The crunch of the bone gears meshing together and apart
reverberated in my head.
The pain of that break sent me into a blackout.
When it came time for my spine,
he didn't have to touch a single vertebrate,
I shattered every single one,
just
for
you.