Love Diseasing the Human Anatomy

Blistered and over grown with cobs of corn, my
Precious feet struggle to make another stretch.
The cold freezes and preserves my toes from
Decaying and turning to the darkside.
But these stumpy three trunks aren't able to
Carry this plump plum back to safety, uphill.

Swallowing a combination of mixed spices, my
Stomach swells and halts at mechanical digestion.
Chest cavity contracts and sponges begin to deflate,
With the concentration of oxygen too short.
Arms tremour and tingle, longing to
Be held tight again, just for a single moment.

Reaching high and above, I attempt to meet the skies
Limit, but my inner strength doesn't reach A grade standard.
Fingertips clench into an almighty fist, pressuring
All the bad to diffuse south for the winter and never return.
Earmuffs aid in defending the internal temperature
Being run over by words that meant something yesterday and carry back tomorrow.

Opening my mouth once again, this time I can't
Screw things up, please, just hear my call.
Gnawing through the past, I understand where I stepped in wet paint, where I didn't read the signs,
Yet now a permanent imprint of me is locked up somewhere in your mind spins.
As days pass, my eyes flick through memories kept under covers that won't be removed,
They bring happiness in times of an uplifting kick.

Running head soins at three hundred and sixty degrees,
Circle wild in my mind and I feel confronted with the reality, once more.
Pain begs through the anatomy for a simple breather, but I still have a long way to step and grapevine to be the real me.
This broken and diseased heart pumps fierce with the determination to break all the barriers,
And I know, I can make my way back up the food chain, make it back to you, dead or alive.