Soul On Display
Your lips would look so good, stitched.
Your chest would look so good, split.
Your ears would look lovely, if bleeding.
Your eyes would look, lovely, if screaming.
Your body would look amazing if crashed.
Your brain would look amazing, if smashed.
All of your parts would be a blessing in bits.
Then maybe the phobia, I will manage it.
Then maybe the fear, I could swallowed iy