Butterfly Gore (Horror)

[Mutilated Mortician]

Butterfly Gore

Rememberance on our sorrows.
Heaven knows of what tommorows.
Oh my dear, please weep.
Your tears are delicious upon this sheet.
Fight me as much as you like.
Don't worry you will soon feel the spike.
The touch of the steel against my skin, I shiver with thrills.
Shall we begin? Mmmm my morbid mind in this demonious room.
Ohh this shall be your cocoon.
I shall slice at your skin carving out your heart.
I shall delegate my trimming as I tare you apart.
Crushing your bones and tearing out you spleen.
You are allustrious and vivid just like I'd seen.
Your in-trails aline this ominous room.
Your eyes chipped out with this dirty spoon.
My beautiful butterfly, how vivid you are.
Your crimson color you are splendid by far.
Your lungs revealed as I rip open your chest plate.
Don't ruin this for me.. This is our first date.
I kiss your lips with tender valor.
Your rotting corpse is my mallor.
My trophy, my masterpiece, my heavenly rose.
I've cut off most of your limbs and even your toes.
Having carved away your skin and sown it just right.
You are my beautiful butterfly on this night.


Poet: Lady Nitemare aka Stitched Sally
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