Sculpture and Sacrifice

This body has evaded
into the realm of spiritualizing her sensuality.
The marble
the soul,they're the sisters of this Lost
right lover, wrong nymph
the lampshade underneath her robe

39 glass boxes to fill the void and it shatters,
she is the disarray of these clear comings,

" What have i done?
I am my own catacomb,
hanging upside down on my chin", her shin sings for a new multiverse,
"I will never come again."

Just another knot in the noose, and the realm had disappeared,
the bull saturates this earth, with its darkness, screams, and the sacrifice
of reprisal
Now she stands still, looking into her sin
and the marble's lost kin