Please.
Know that I am no longer in control of this body.
And like a game of Operation
It is no longer my turn,
Let someone else take a card and carefully,
As to not hit the edges
Remove them from this body:
Kidney's - 100 points
You only need one, but I have two to give.
Liver - 200 points
It's pretty good at regulating all the sweet moments that passed through.
Eyes - 250 points
Although they can not catch a glimpse of the future,
They will never fail to show you what you have now.
Heart - 500 points
It beats to the kick of punk-rock drums and stylized in my personal scars,
That's only made it stronger and prepared for the ones you will add someday.
To whatever is left:
Give it to the scientists apprentice,
Let them experiment new age ideas
And when they are done
Bury me with a tree
Let it thrive off this body;
It will grow tall
As well as the ghost stories the children will tell.
If I am to die young
I would like you to know that I am no longer in control of this body.
As my last selfish decision
I would like you
to live