You’re going to need these.
You know you will.
The pump of cooling organs,
Recently removed from their owners
I hold them in my hands now.
The thumping melody
Slowly fading out of existence,
As the brilliant red drip fades to a deep purple hue.
The bloody figure sitting in my palms
The panic sets in as I realize what I hold,
The key to the most precious lives around me.
In my meaningless hands
I contain the answer to life and love
I am in control.
Now life and love cannot beat
Unless I allow it.