If I Could Rip My Heart From My Chest

If I could rip my heart from my chest,

Seal it away under lock and key

Hide it away, out of sight, out of mind,

I wonder, would it set me free?

Cut it out

Put it in a box

Behind wood and metal

And complex locks

Never again to look inside

Better still, to run and hide

 

To never feel, both blessing and curse

Free from pain, free from dreams

Free from hope, and loving schemes

Would everything then be as it seems?

 

No more loneliness

No more desire

No more inner warmth

From a fickle fire

 

What would it mean

To be completely free?

Would I be numb or cold

Or even still be me?