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Let me pry you open
My knife and scalpel shall happily dig
I'll take bits and pieces of you
How was this death?
In what type of box shall you lie in?
I will mourn you, yet never know your name
Clothe myself in darkness
And you will become like any other I have cut and examined
So cold you are, you lie there so still
Do you have nothing to say to me?
After all, I am the only one who truly cares that you are dead