Carvings

I sit right here on your table,
And you would never know my fear,
I no longer am fine and able,
I feel my time is drawing near.

As the blade penetrates my skull,
I seem to be losing my head,
Why use a dagger so dull,
Prolonging the misery you embed.

Pulling off my top,
And reaching deep inside,
Please won't you stop,
Before you take my pride.

Now you slowly pull out my heart,
My hope to bring life to a new field,
You tear every last bit apart,
Before you finally yield.

As you return my lid,
I finally think we've found peace,
But there you are to further rid,
Me of yet another piece.

As the knife pierces my skin,
I see you etching me a new face,
Changing who I am once again,
The old me is now gone with a trace.

You carved me until you were content,
I just wish you would finally learn,
That I never wanted you to make me different,
Because I was never supposed to be your jack-o-lantern.