Sacrificial Offering

A pound of flesh.

Gladly would I part.

If it brings pleasure to thy heart.

Wake up every morning feeling fresh.

But like fish caught in a mesh,

Struggling till their spirit depart.

So seeing you am I torn apart.

Like a hung up connection to refresh,

Breathing into your mouth

To revive thy breath.

Swinging between two worlds,

When seeing situation go south.

With honor embrace death,

Let go what grudges thy heart against me holds.