The Surrender

One night, I fell ill

I grabbed the scissors

And swallowed all the pills


I cut my chest

and held my heart

God did not bless

My work of art


As it beat 

was still alive

A bite so sweet

My heart began to thrive


I put it in the blender

To wrap in glass

Meat so tender

You cannot pass


My heart is yours

For you to keep

Have a taste,

It's oh so sweet!