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 chest-work, 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.