Soul Surgery

As I saw your caged soul rioting for my attention, I knew you to be my perfect victim and started envisioning how to ravage your beauty so it could ensnare and impersonate my lifetime wishes Fearlessly you revelead your nature, fiercely you demanded reprimand, boldly you offered acts of service, bravely you amassed chisels and knives at my reluctant feet for me to begin dissecting you Now brace yourself and descend in the Underworld bathing your vest in a river of tears and sorrow while I tie your bare chest to the cold operating table of awareness. As I wear no protection gloves and you are given no painkiller, your hurt guides my actions, as I can not look at your eyes unless your rescue is over Let me therefore rage at what holds you prisoner, skinning dysfunctional certainties away, spreading deforming scars apart, clotting poisoning doubts, cauterizing harmful energy leaks, cutting and stitching diseased gut feelings, finally carving new wings out of your undeniable ethics while I sew and nourish your soul back to recovery And the time will come when you stare at the reflection of my masterpiece in the mirror rejoicing in what you have become under my direction in all your bleeding splendor