These woven clothings concealing the truth,
when the lies turn musically good,
see the sun starring in the golden skies,
sewing threads admirably versatile.

Fluorescent sheets with crafty stains,
delightly decoring the curtain and drapes,
the chemicals seething blood in the veins,
gruesome yet likely sane.

Inside a bloodbath of thy beautiful demise,
get wind of how petrifying eyes...