marcusmassacre

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 interrupt 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 further compelled. 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 bruising 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.