The Black Dahlia Murder

Removal of the eyes gives my heart a saddened chill
I preserve them in formaldehyde to gaze upon at will
How their greenish flecks befall me that starlit winters 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 chestwork
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 soulful kiss the shades are drawn the living world can't see
The coil of entrails how curious the smell
How pungent to my eager nostrils hands further compelled