143. Fatal Self Surgery

I played a surgeon for a fatal five minutes securing the room for my own self operation wiping away all the tears from my eyes before I cut myself wide open to let the life out The scalpel’s blade stung on its descent slicing through the skin and muscles worse than a thousand bees the pain but I kept going until I reached the end The blood poured out through the opening I made creating a slippery puddle on the floor but I had not finished yet I was after the heart Feeling both faint and dizzy I ripped out my sternum and ribs my hands are slippery with all the blood but it only delays me for a minute before they are all in a heap with the rest First the lungs and then the heart are added to the pile on the table there seems nothing special about my heart dull red and slowly dying when once it shone and was filled with your love The final acts are too much my body crumples to the floor too late to save me now even if you wanted to the thing is that none of it even mattered I died the day you walked out of the door