Meat

My heart, full of passion's juices
Lay slaughtered before you
Still beating its weak, rundown rhythm
Emminating from the raw, pink tissue
Is roses, lilacs, and all things unsaid
You cut a piece and take it into you
Close your eyes with the satisfaction
Of sweet, salty, and conquest

My empty, dull eyed carcass
Rests by the butcher's block
Atop and beside many others'
My soul, however, has escaped
Been set free to that captive box
That surrounds you eternally
Cought and entwined in the web of wraiths

Somehow singled out while others interlock
Forming my cage that I can't touch
Even if I reach out
Only I, in life and death, can be alone in a crowd
Solitude for eternity
I knew from the begining
My heart would be the death of me