All To Myself

When I lie in my deathbed, and the reaper watches from afar,

I want you to pour bleach into my eyes, so at long last,

I'll go blind, and have the images all to myself

And I want you to shoot bullets into my ears, so I can fall deaf,

and the sounds will echo to me no more

I want you to cut my nose off, and rip my tongue out, so not a trace of familiarity sustains

And I want you to burn my arms away,

so I won't have to cry as I feel my hand losing its grip on yours

All that will remain are my final thoughts

And I get to keep them

All to myself

(Dedicated to Daniel. Come walk with me through

snowy forests, and on the teardrop floor.)