Talent Sampler

You are lying down on my experiment table

Overflowing with talent, I’m so envious of you

I want it for myself, so I picked up a scalpel

This feeling is so mysterious but pleasant, don’t you think so too?

It feels so good, but yet it ends in a blink of an eye

Why, oh why? Did I even have to do this?

And right in front of my eyes, you stopped moving

What is this fleeting bliss?

Trembling and feeble, you move your mouth to a whisper

What are you talking about?

I put my scalpel within you, paying your words no mind

I repeat the same murderous process throughout

This feeling is new to me

It’s almost impossible to describe

I don’t know what this is, I need to find out

I force more of that medicine down your throat, this congenial vibe

Why, oh why? Why did I have to see this?

And in this very moment, I become paralyzed

I can’t become like you no matter how much effort I put into it

My scalpel falls from my hands, I’m terrorized

Please won’t you give that to me?

Please won’t you give me that too?

But even with this mismatched collection,

I still can’t become like you no matter what I do

And right in front of me, you start to recede

Your warmth fading away

No matter how many times I cried tears of regret, time continued

Now I’m lying on top of the experiment table, it’s better this way