Organ Jar

There are more things in the jar besides cookies.

These are all mine
You say you don’t want them
But I know that’s a lie
You want my precious candy
I can see it in your eyes

Fresh from my body
Bloody and pulsing
They are a part of me
I have them and you don’t
So envy me

No one would dare
Steal from my organ jar
They will run
But they won’t get very far

Who stole my heart from the organ jar?
I know it was you
You stole my heart black as tar
Yes you
And you won’t get far

Fresh from my body
Bloody and pulsing
They are a part of me
I had them, now I don’t
So pity me

They were all mine
You said you didn’t want them
But I knew that was a lie
You took my precious candy
I can see it in your eyes

Who stole my heart from the organ jar?
I know it was you
You stole my heart black as tar
Yes you
And you won’t get far

My sweet love
I know it was you
You lied to me
But I always knew it was true

You would dare steal from my organ jar
You did run
But you didn’t get far
You stole my heart black as tar
Now I have two hearts

Fresh and bleeding
Is your heart still beating?
You aren’t breathing
Two hearts
For my organ jar

Author's Note

I based this loosely on the children's rhyme "Who stole the cookie from the cookie jar." Just in case you didn't know already.

Reviews

[ettorney]

This is the darkest analogy for love I have ever read. Very cool. You have a dark and twisted mind that I can read is full of love and longing. Strange bedfellows. We all have these people in us. As the Indian wise man asked. "which one do you feed?"

nice write.

[Jong Schrijver]

well its different....