Doctors Office

I could repair you.

Sit in my office, let us assess and digest your woes

Ah, a broken heart you say?

Remain steadfast and you’ll be cured by May

After you digest the rot

Your pain may seem forgot

Though check back to scan for heart clots

Are you devoted to your sufffering?

Do you constantly medicate yourself with a tragic tale?

You the hero who cannot prevail?

That dosage will leave you terminal

Bed ridden

A ghost

Your neck too stiff to turn yourself around and find yourself a Maiden of Salvation

Though if you quiet your insides you may find it there too

It’s reaching out to you in every which way

Open up your eyes

Unclench your fist

Relax your jaw

You diagnosed yourself before my love could cure your heart