Poke poke
Stick and stones
Shake shake
My still shoulder
Pull pull
Hair, clothes
But I stir not
To live is to move
To not is to cease
Diseased
Sickly sweet odor
Rotting flesh
My flesh is perfect
My skin flawless
Not white, but alright.
But what rots?
Here is a secret
Hush! Hush!
Swear, oh swear on Styx
The oath unbroken.
I poisoned her
A maiden lush
A rosette rose flower
I plead guilty
Milord, Milady
I safely stowed
Her lifeless corpse
Away away in a dark place.
Here is a secret
Hush! Hush!
She resides within
The primitive prison
Look ye,
My perfect skin
My perfect bones
Tis her that reeks
Sickly sweet
Tis her
Who’s cold, bloodless
Dead.