removal of the eyes gives my heart a saddened chill
I preserve them in formaldehyde
to gaze upon at will
how their greenish flecks befill me
that starlit winters night
how I lost all that I ever was
while locked within their sight
before you sits a broken man
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
oh
lord its not the end
my secret you'll forever be
I [bad word] this transformation
a familiar lust swelling in me
a long and soulful kiss
the shades are drawn the living world cant see
the coil of entrails
how curious the smell
so pungent to my eager nostrils
hands [bad word] 
no
no its 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 eagle blood removed
I weave the sucking trocar
beneath your [bad word] skin
tonight I'll lay beside you darling in necromantic sin
pinned to the bed sheets like a prized butterfly
you're mine
I hear your voice so precious echoing deeply inside
I did my best to love you
while you did live and breathe
this tender taxidermy
trophy of the bereaved