Son, are you happy?
I don’t mean to pry,
but do you dream of Heaven?
Have you ever wanted to die?
Everything in this room is edible. Even I’m edible. But, that would be called canibalism. It is looked down upon in most societies.
If I touch a burning candleI can feel no painIf you cut me with a knifeIt’s still the sameAnd I know her heart is beatingAnd I know that I am deadYet the pain here that I feelTry and tell me it’s not realAnd it seems I still have a tear to shed