Mirror SongsSmile for me dear little larkSing your song to slow the decayThe whistle of the scythe is silent Awaiting sweet verse from your tattered lipsSinew stretches farther with proper lubricationA keen blade oiled with my ripe fluidsTremble not fickle blood sistersI am creating divine beauty by undoing youSlash and stick and splatter all hushedThe roaring of life behind walls of thin fleshPromise of the damned experimentBirthing new breeds through my tapered fingersPainting scores of dolls with my own lusterNone of you can live up to my imageThis visage formed by a lifetime of calamityThe boy in his box makes love to th