Soul On Display (Fixed Copy)
His lips would look so good, stitched.
His chest would look so good, split.
His ears would look lovely, bleeding.
His eyes would look lovely, screaming.
His body would look amazing, if crashed.
His brain would look amazing, if smashed.
All of his parts would be a blessing in bits.
Then maybe the phobia, I could manage it.
Then maybe the fear, I could swallow it.