Butchered to be left in parts   Disregard, labeled odd   Brain preserved in testing jars, then forgot   Typical condition   Tape the arms   Stitch the eyes shut   All for blood, all four walls, what to follow?      A hatchet, to the corners of your heart      Drawn toward the cutlery   Have to go, have to go   Carve your shame by incision, precision   Description, prescription   When to rest, when to unrest   Where to find different sorts   Other recourse?      A hatchet, to the corners of your heart      Have begun   To become   To be used   I've misspoken   Have no thoughts of my own   Mimic those   I have worshipped      A hatchet, to the corners of your heart