Hearit.

I want to dig into your lying corpse,
dig my fingers behind those bones.
Drink empty your fading, beating heart.
You are the Butterfly and I am the Butcher.

I nail you on the wall with all these colorful paperpins.
Feel it.
Feel it drop down behind your toes.
I cover the floors with flies,
and lay you sleep on their shattered wings.

Hear it.
Listen every muttered word of those stitched lips.
I cover the floors with masks,
and lay you sleep on their shattered eyes.
Sleep, my child, sleep, like there is no end
to the day that has just begun.