Regret the loss of such things

Take a needle and sew my lips together tight-
For i fear i'll probably say something stupid-
Take my eyelids and glue them shut-
So I cannot see the sun's fading light-

Nail my twitching hands to my knees-
No, better yet set them free from me-
For i see no such use in wandering hands-
Only germs, infection, and troubles' gained-

Take my legs and chop them off-
Replace them with flimsy paper wings-
Make my brain a seperate being-
So i cannot regret the loss of such things-

And last of all, take this beating heart-
Trap it with its fluttering gasps in a box-
Drop it down a cliff, and drag it through the sea-
but please remember to bring it back to me-