Strung up

So do me a favor and open your rib cage.

Rip out the thing you call a soul and explain what you need.

Because I want to take care of you.

I wish to carry your bones across the Styx.

I want to be the angel of death that became your friend by telling you that you ain't on my schedule for a long time.

For you care, and you have been putting in effort.

And I wish to be the harbor where all the strung up hurt finds a place to shatter the ships and the people, the birds and the evil.

The night and the reckless abandon.

For me on my own.

I am your biggest fandom.

I will hug you when needed.
I will.