Surrounded only by most natural things,
I can’t tolerate negligence in it;
Nothing could be
Better to me
Than my collection
Of precious things.
Come in & tell me
What do you see?
Do you have here
A haberdashery of mortal things?!
Mortal?!
I guess they are not :
Pieces of your flesh
Will never rot.
In my haberdashery of
Mortal remains
I contemplate
Ways of purest decay.
And my haberdashery of mortal remains
Will serve as reminder
A reminder to me
Of your pieces of flesh,
Truly sacred things.
Again & again
I touch these remains
Remains of lost lives,
They remind me of a path
A path that leads to a real decay
I guess I am ready
Ready to sacrifice
Warmth of your heart:
Mine is cold like ice
For the beauty of precious
Precious pieces of your flesh.
Last suffering in life
Always ends with death.
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