Watch it scream    Eyelids scrutinize in this portrait of idolatry and rot    Her body so fragile    Now in post-mortal hands    I am retouching the essence of feminine refinement       All soothing scalpel guideth me to my vision    The era of the vane killed the beauty of creation       Motionless    Paralyzed with awe    Your face    A canvas    Untouched       Blooming like a cancer    Narcissistic nightmare    Maleficient and repulsed at your own sight       Eyelids scrutinize in this portrait of idolatry and rot    Her body so fragile    Now broken by my hands    I am retouching to the essence of repulsion       What is vanity but a shell yearning to be cracked    A shattered dream chased by the misfortuned       Aging atrociously    Accelerated by a vision of skin consumed       The era of the vane killed the beauty of creation    Blatant display of plasticine horror       And the big mass is impressed    You are so beautiful    Crafted by the finest hands    Torn apart by the finest tools    Put back together like a menstrual soup       You are so beautiful    Lit disgust to my eyes at dusk    Your are so pitiful    Your face tainted and deformed       Eyelids scrutinize    In this portrait of idolatry and rot    Her body so fragile    Now broken by my hands    I am retouching in a tell-tale of drama caught