Open Heart Purgery

If you rip open my chest,
And look at my heart,
Your name is etched there,
Like a Grecian work of art.

If you rip out my eyes,
And look at my brain,
Your words live there,
In amongst the pain.

If you rip out my stomach,
And look inside,
You'll find your pain,
That I've tried to hide.

If you rip out my back,
And see clearly the pain,
From the stumps of wings,
That shall fly not again.

Dano '07

(wrote this last night)