Gladly

Gladly I will take the knife

cut open this chest of useless treasures

beating hopelessly in an icy cage

and guide your hands within.

A final gift to you

to let you cup in your palms

the life which persists only for you

the closeness of your warmth to my death.

I will let you extract it from its prison

so you may do with it as you wish

for it has been yours for long

perhaps you will cradle its fading rhythm.

To sleep without the fear of a monster

hovering with the hissing voice of the asp

contemplating from above as you smile

in the knowledge that I truly care.