I pluck my nerves out and weave you a new disguise,
Darling boy, Meet me in the woods on a moonlit night.
There I will build us a home from my ribs and bones,
Only to shield you from the evil light,
Of this world that you have been calling beautiful all this while.
I keep you to myself beloved for I am afraid of the intolerance of this world,
To the scorching lustre of your small fiery eyes,
And the enchanting beauty of your wide smile,
That has been injecting life into my corpse,
Yet I hoard this delight
From the demons howling and hungry to eat the flesh of my strained smile.