undertaker

they collect me from the cold

laid out naked on a slab for all to see

am i a puppet in your spotlight
my veins like strings dangle me from the ceiling
watch me bleed on the stage
do these scars make me look pretty
expel my insides so i wither
burn my flesh in the stage lights
can you see me trailing along the ground
shredding my finger nails
digging for the trap door

they shove the tubes into my body
my blood turns to red ash along the ground
draining me and killing me slowly

there is no movement
the only audience in the show is you
clocks ticking away as time passes slowly
befriending you like a pleasure you savor

slice me up cut open my chest
torture me till there is nothing left 

my eyes stare into nothing
pushing buttons to abuse me
glass slats to slam down upon me
cutting my body into slices
slating in me pieces to be on your sick display
this is how they made me

pumped to the brim with fermaldahyde
while blood like tears stain my face

my soul seperates from my body
memories play backwards in my mind
filling me with terror

frozen in my body i cant get out

cant move my lips or limbs
my audience my captor choose my torture
like a corpse laid upon salt to preserve the body

im absorbed till there is nothing left to give

put me in the show sew me back together

dress me up and put me in a casket

let them see the new performance

another show piece in your shop of horrors