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On a pillow of lizards eggs,

Ankles bound with spider legs,

With angel hair and babies breath,

Brought together by my own death.

A smile of pearly beetles teeth,

Mistaken love falls at my feet,

A shattered mask of mutilation,

Fastened shut by lacerations.

Wrapped in coarse black widow's hide,

A smile within I just can't find,

Sewn up with silken spider webs,

I'd rather it my heart be dead.

Eyes pried open with insect fangs,

Tormented smiles pull Satan's reins,

A look so devious; satanic bliss,

Face mutated by a spider's kiss.