Hello dear sit in this chair,
Amidst this congealed lair.
A thorned ring to wed you agony,
Macabre anchors to your reality.
Flesh, blood, sinew and bone;
Not all pain is writ in stone.
A thin incision up your toe,
Round and round the knife will go,
Canvas sings as the paint does flow,
The shrieking beauty rocks to and fro!
I'll run this razor down your face,
and peel away the strips of race,
Pluck your claws with craftsmans care,
We'd be safer weren't they there.
Of black and white there's only red,
The fateless quest we share as bread.
Tragic rewards of old and withering,
Or else be left lidless and gibbering.