A piano wire bar tack seams a walking carcass shut

Organs replaced with skittering insects

You crowning yourself in nails - and found

Yourself a cross

Remade - in the image - of monsters

Inspired separation

Reflects who you aren't

Devoured by the fervor

Of mutilation

Collapse into bones

Renounce your marrow

The mirror is empty

Because what's there is dead

Reskinned skeletons

Deformed puppets

Each gesture еchoes

A bitter regrеt

A cult of worms

Holding hands

Renounce your body

And taste of my flesh

The slouch drum of fabricated armatures