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Removal of the eyes,

gives my heart a saddened chill.

I preserve them in formaldehyde,

to gaze upon at will.

How their greenish flecks befall me,

that starlit winters night.

I lost all that I ever was,

while locked within their sight.

Before you sits a broken man,

with your fragile pinkish heart in hand.

Peculiar how it can hurt so bad,

while love is only in the mind.

I sew the gaping chestwork,

each thread is made with love.

The bosom where I would rest,

my face is covered in your blood.

No, this is not the end!

You'll live on eternally.

Lord, it's not the end!

My secret you'll forever be.

I interrupt this transformation,

a familiar lust swelling in me.

A long and soulful kiss!

The shades are drawn,

the living world can't see.

The coil of entrails,

how curious the smell.

So pungent to my eager nostrils,

hands further compelled.

No, no it's not the end!

Forever you'll be in my arms.

I could never let you go,

my darling cold and blue.

I wonder are you dreaming still,

spread eagled blood removed.

I weave the sucking trocar,

beneath your bruising skin.

Tonight I'll lay beside you darling,

in necromantic sin.

Pinned to the bed sheets,

like a prized butterfly.

I hear your voice so precious,

echoing so deeply inside.

I did my best to love you,

while you did live and breathe.

This tender taxidermy,

trophy of the bereaved.

I could never let you go,

my darling cold and blue.

I wonder are you dreaming still,

spread eagled blood removed.

I weave the sucking trocar,

beneath your bruising skin.

Tonight I'll lay beside you darling,

in necromantic sin.