The Butcher
Beauty will destroy our minds
Spare the gory details
Give them gift wrap, fold them all away, everything
Though I lived a lonely life
I was confused
A butcher
I feel nothing
As it crosses up my arms, a procession of worms
Up, up through my heart and to my brain
I’m a big slab of basic combination cut out, chopped liver on the block
My heart’s still pumping
My heart’s still pumping
He’s a warrior
A warrior
He’s a little bitch coming out of him