Removal of the eyes gives my heart a sudden chill. I preserve them in formaldehyde to gaze upon at will. How their greenish flecks befell me that starlit winter's night, how 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 chestwound, 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, it's not the end, my secret you'll forever be.
I interrupt this transformation, a familiar lust swelling in me- a long and soulfull kiss.
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