~IMPOSSIBLE~

My flesh is not my own

It’s for the termites

My life is not my own

I borrowed it from my maker

And would give it back in due time.

All I have is my soul

And if life would be kind enough

And wouldn’t make me probe

Deep beneath the hearts

That are actually not mine

Before I walk away

That would be much less painful.

For I have nothing now

Not even a heart

All I have is my soul, mine only soul

And I can’t give that too away

I will be left with nothing,

And live in the world of nothingness.

 The only valuable property I’m left with

And I’m sorry I cannot will it out

For it’s too valuable.

So go away with the one you have now

For it’s impossible!

Be content, for at least

I have given you my only heart

And it’s still beating even out of my chest.