the heart of a young boy can be so strong
but i wonder why it's caged in these delicate ribs
this fragile, feminine, fatally ill thing
i wonder
and did he do great things? will he ever?
no, i think not
i think he will not make it.
only two days left
tick tock tick tock
the little girl cries, the boy's heart inside of her starts to speed up, just one day left
tick tock tick tock
and then slow
slow... slow...
and in its last moments, i wonder what it is
what it was
why it couldn't do better
"did i do good mama?"
"did i make you proud? was i good enough?"
no i think it wasn't, it was but a fragile little stray cat that thought it was a dog
goodbye to this body i so hated
goodbye to the pain and the suffering
goodbye to this awful hospital, god damn it i hate it here
goodbye mama
goodnight i love you
i love you
i love you
goodnight.
