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THE TRUE ESSENCE OF YOU

 

THE TRUE ESSENCE OF YOU   -   NOTE  -  Apologies this is an odd one (I know) and still a work in progress.

 

 

 

Dearest love, forgive me, but there is something that I am compelled to do

 

I truly have no wish to harm, but I must find the true essence of you

 

So I’ve prepared to open up your skull and delve around inside

 

Then I can find the man within and see where your soul hides

 

I’m not sure what I expect to find, or indeed what a soul will resemble

 

But mostly what I aim to do is search for something bright

 

So I take my shiny blade of steel and cut into your head

 

And try to keep steadfast and calm when all I see is red

 

The drugs I’ve used will keep you still and you’ll probably feel no pain

 

But without pain there is no gain so some sensibilities may remain

 

It’s such a mess inside your head now all has been exposed

 

I prod and poke amongst the goo; I’m sickened but remain composed

 

There’s so much fluid beneath the bone as well as your membranes

 

I curse myself, as in hindsight, I wish I’d bought a drain

 

At least I thought to wear a robe as I slice through your Parietal lobe

 

Your body jerks, like you’re berserk and I’m missing a surgical code

 

It’s hard to find my way around so deep inside your brain

 

I ditch the blade, then use my hands as you mumble out my name

 

I know it’s there, unique and small, so I dig and push and plunder

 

But there’s no light, just blood and ooze, I pray that I’ve not blundered

 

I hear your groans amidst the squelch as your brain runs through my fingers

 

And then your life force seems to dim while on your chest a white mist lingers

 

What is this, I’m stunned and shamed, have I made a terrible misjudgement?

 

Is this your soul about to leave, if you die I’ll go to the dungeons?

 

I’m sorry I’m a fool to have done this to you; it was a heinous experiment

 

But I believed if I found your soul I’d discover the secret of your good temperament

 

Now terribly afraid, I scoop up your brain and try to encourage it back

 

But it won’t fit, it slips and slides, I just don’t seem to have the expertise or knack

 

I hear your sigh and watch aghast as the mist rises up before me

 

And then I know without a doubt that your soul is what I see

 

I was proved wrong, it’s plain to see as the mist moves slowly up to the ceiling

 

My blade was misplaced, it should have sliced your chest, now that would have been more appealing

 

But it’s too late, I’ve made a grave mistake and now you are gone from me forever

 

Why couldn’t I see, what now becomes of me, Hell I thought that I was being clever

 

It appears I’ve learnt that the soul comes from the heart, but I’ve already taken your dear head apart

 

But at least as they carry me to the gallows on the cart, I’ll carry the memory of watching your sweet soul depart

 

So my dearest love, please forgive me, but there was something that I was compelled to do

 

I truly had no wish to harm and I succeeded; I managed to find the true essence of you.