Take my bones

Take my bone, my body, my flesh and form it into what you most desire.
Take my brain, my liver, my lungs and mash them into a paste.
Take my tendons, my hairs and my nails and crush them to a powder.
 
But my eyes will forever see your hatred, disguised as lust and fun.
And my heart will forever feel your sadness, disguised as confidence and laughter.
And my soul will forever pity you, stuck as you are behind plaster.

And I will not wait, for I deserve better.
And I will only try so much, before I tire of your games.
And I will feel only sadness if you do not meet your master.
 
So run away as fast as you can, and open this can of worms if you wish.
And cry your tears of pain, frozen in your selfish blues.
And I will play, play for your heart, but I will not take part in your racket.