This won’t hurt a bit …
This won’t hurt a bit.
I’ll only cut you open with a scalpel.
Don’t worry. It’s not a big deal.
This won’t hurt a bit.
I’ll only have access to your heart.
Don’t worry. I’m trying to help you.
Those words whispered in a quiet tone,
As if the silence is comfortable
Against a backdrop of blinding white
And coldness and the smell of death.
I didn’t even know death had a smell.
Or that you could see it in someone’s eyes.
But I see it in her eyes now
And I can’t get away from it.
Even the flowers are wilting,
Blood-red petals tinged with black.
I set them on the windowsill,
But it didn’t change anything.
Maybe that’ll be me soon
If I don’t get out of here.
Give me back my heart
But the lights are fading away.
This won’t hurt a bit
That was a bitter lie
She cut me open with a scalpel.
Don’t worry. It’s not a big deal.
This will hurt more then you know
She had access to my heart.
Don’t worry. I can’t feel anymore anyhow