Cut, spill and   Make it scream   Scream sweet nothings   Of childish vengeance   Into my salivating ears      Softly now   As the crone   Grips tight   To my chest   Where her deathly fingers   Reach inside   To prod and search   For the doomed heart   That will soon   In an airless jar reside      Laying now   While the time   Is desperate to   Live a life   Of waste   It stands to say   That existing   As a heartless drone   One cannot slander   The fate's choice   As bad taste      Slithering past   The baubled jar   Hanging from   The sash of lady dread   I rise to my feet   And hiss   As I tear off   The old hag's head      Time now caves in   On the empty throne   Of its former queen   Chaos rises from   The paltry monument   That I have made   And begins to play   Discord as if   It was a harp      However great   I cannot find   An action   To fill the void   I choose to   Simply walk along   As reality tears   Itself apart   And as I   Limp on past   The now broken jar   I hear the   War drums beat   From my disembodied heart