Organ Donor

He's laid in the ICU feeling kind of cold and icy-blue he knows he's cut a deal with the devil and that he won't last too long, his heart is still, pumping smooth and slow, but his soul is hiding in sedition. Hope is a pulse frozen within a Nanosecond. You've got to hang…soar like an angel and pretend you've still got at least one good friend. And your soul won't catch fire in the rear-view mirror. And you have no desire to burn- anymore…rubber off your road slick tyres. He's laid in the ICU one- Grand Prix pit stop from screwing it all up. A surgeon's knife circles his heart as it's still pumping smooth and slow, it bleeds like a lesion with an even steady flow, now it's time to cut loose cure that leprosy with one last final kiss. Break a deal that was always somehow promised. Save another's life and silently let go… Remembering forgiveness sets us all free. That many roads are travelled. But only one is liberty.