Dinning Table.

Here, let's set the table.

The dinner of life.

There's a silver plate,

And a gold knife.



There is a fork,

As well as a spoon

Any can kill,

If the meal isn't soon.



There's a bowl,

That's full of hate.

And my heart,

Resides on the plate.



There's a rose,

That will burst into flame,

This wont last,

It's all the same.



There's a cup,

Overflowing with hope.

But the cup will empty,

As soon as you choke.



The feast is layed out,

As it's supposed to be.

And beside the dish with my heart,

Is a note, "Don't kill me."



Just sit and stay,

And don't eat,

Watch me live.

Watch each beat.



I give myself to you,

Helplessly on your platter,

And if you eat my heart,

None of this will matter.