Organ Donor

Late at night I heard your voice

The words that fell from your lips 

Saying you want your

Beautiful body to be taken apart 

Once you've fallen dead 

Just to help save someone's life

It's funny to hear you say those words

When all I have dreamed of 

Is to pull the flesh from your bones

I've planned it out since the moment I saw you

Just how I want to demolish you

Just to end your life smoothly

I'd put a gun upon your head

With a silver bullet 

To kill the suffering of you being a w***e

The things I would do to you 

May seem unbearable

But you won't feel a thing 

As the bullet enters your brain

I would rip out your spine

And use it as a back scratcher

Then tear out your femur

And save it til I am old and grey 

For one day I may need a cane

I want to pull out your fibula 

To use as a baseball bat

I want to skin your body 

Then make wash rags for my body

I will take out your Heart, liver, and spleen 

To make a pillow to rest my head upon

In the end I will rip out your intestines 

For a rope to help display 

My wondrous work 

By hanging you

From the tree outside my window

Did you ever think 

No I doubt that you did 

Sometimes you learn the hard way 

That for I am the Organ Donor  

Author's Note

I rewrote this Poem that my friend wrote.
Here is the original one;
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/itz_JuggZ/1319580/

Reviews

[A. Amos]

Another amazing piece, neatly created my friend...good job