Everything

I cut off my ear, I give it you

It’s for you, have my ear.

I cut off all my limbs, I give them to you

They are for you, have my limbs.

My art. It’s all yours. Everything.

I give it all to you.

My possessions. It’s all yours. Everything.

I give it all to you.

The last breath I contain. It’s yours. I give it to you.

I give you my last breath.

I give you my honor.

I give you my courage.

I give you everything I have.

I give you everything I will ever be.

I am the pain. Let me become the pain.

Let me become the eaten. The torn. The lost. The death.

I remove all my senses.

My lips. My tongue. My eyelids. My nostrils.

The touch, all removed.

My tears can only make you float.

Float to peace. It’s the only thing I can do.

I give you my last dance. I give you my last bouquet.

I give you the music I create. I give you the poetry in my heart.

I give you the entire world. The world in which I can only exist.

I give you my mind. I give you my soul. I give you my God.

I am the pain. Let me become the pain.

Let me become the fire. The scar. The nobody.

I give you everything. Everything that I have become.

Everything I fought for. Everything I dreamed up.

I give you everything I created. Everything I believed in.

Everything I stood for. Everything I loved.

I give you the silence. The storm. The twisted fingers in your hands.

I give you my two brains. I give you my truth. I give you my sadness.

I give you everything. Everything in this world.

but don’t leave me forgotten in this world...

© 2001 David Greg Harth

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