I Offer These Gifts
I stand before you,
bleeding and dying.
I stand here to offer my heart,
which I carved out of my chest.
I offer you each lung for every lie I ever told.
I sway side to side as I offer you my organs one by one.
It is what you deserve after all the pain I put you through.
Now I stand before you,
a hallow corpse,
filled with nothing but pain and sorrow.
It is time now for my last gift to you.
I offer you the blood that flows from my wounds.
“I hope you make it last” I say as I leave the gift that you would have cherished alive.
I leave you with my mutilated corpse and a head full of nightmarish memories.
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