I know. I know. I just found it among my old and scattered poetry and I agree that it's a terribly awful poem. But seriously...isn't the meter crazy? I need to put it to something more light-hearted. :)
Would you stop your beating heart?
Could you stop your beating heart?
Would you tear your soul apart?
Could you tear your soul apart?
Would you murder?
Could you kill?
Dare you end your life at will?
Should you,
Would you,
Could you,
Dare you
Will you?
Is your heart
Unimportant?
Is it really
Just an organ?
Would you stop
Your beating heart?
Would you tear
Your soul apart?
Blood. Pain.
How long
You try
To cease the pain
To cease to cry.
Breath. Breath.
Feel how precious.
Would you stop
Your breathing, too?
See. See.
Red, blue.
Would you, could you,
End that, too?
Feel. Feel.
The touch of flesh
You weep and weep.
The blood is fresh.
Warm blood.
Your blood.
Could you,
Would you
Make it cold,
Like gold,
So cold,
Old
Blood.
Old Blood.
Old. Cold. Blood.
Could you stop your beating heart?
Could you tear your soul apart?
Should you? Would you? Could you? Dare you? Will you?
