Oh, what a wonderful scar you make!
I'll place you on my shelf
beside all the others that came before you.
Taunts, teases, sticks and stones
Look now!
The cat is in the cage; the bird is free
what a horrid trajedy!

Isn't it fun to pretend you're immortal?
But you're not.
I'll prove that now with my knife
as I carve a beautiful picture into your skin.
The cat is out; the bird is trapped.
This is how it should be.

On fire in the basement, the fruit rots.
It smells of charred flesh and blackend hearts.
Oh, what a wonderful cut, fresh in the fresh.
Wounds that open my heart to past screams;
and a love that was lost to an open disease.
 
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