Testo di Spined

A baneful clanging sound pierces through the wooden walls As the door opens slowly to the gallery The pure lunacy content A range of devices allotted to the mess among the mass The sickle and the carver Two of each one I clutch at them Back onto the shelves I arrange the body Two sickles puncture his arms Attached with strings at the bevel ceiling joist The elbow bones keep the cupids from slipping And let them getting stuck In the flesh that has to ooze without fail Now I start the horrid surgery Placing the two carver blades At the left and right side of the spine Until finally I slit along and tear it unhurriedly out The disfigured tissue folds into itself He will outlast in putrefaction And a glint sweeps over my blades That gets merely refracted by the homeless blood upon