I’d give you my heart, and I’d let you just hold it.
I’d give you my soul, but I already lost it.
Today I feel like a balloon, being set free towards the sky.
I feel like a antelope running free, trying not to die.
My candle is still lite, and I’d like to keep it that way for a while.
Even if my feet fall out of line, and my clock stops and shatters on the tile.
The key to my soul is turning slowly,
Capturing the much needed air to breathe.
You can open me slightly.
But not too much, I like to keep hidden till’ I know for sure the blood has stopped.
The decapitation has faded, and my head is screwing correctly.
I cant say I’m not running in circles;
Becaue I still have no idea what’s to come next.
My heads on the platter though.
You could eat me like a steak…
…Or hug me like an otter.