hey little boy
dont you wish to crawl from your skin?
just a burden
that flesh prison
do you fantasize of peeling it off?
carve yourself to the bone little boy
you know you want to
how much did you bleed?
it is wonderful
is it not?
the way your flesh rots
you smell like a morgue little boy
it reminds you of home
a pleasant perfume
your own dying body
do not fear
climb from your frame
follow me little boy
be free for once in your bittersweet life
fly away into this sky of smoky stars
your body will never be found
