So ur teeth are mine!
Wash the garments from gore 
Impressed with human nails 
Thrillin' distinct whispers 
'The physician's box'
Ur ivory pieces in my box 
A gift from disfigured enshrouded 
From ur parted, thin and shrunken lips 
Pieces of beauty i've encountered 
Ur lustreless pupil less eyes 
Glassy stare invites to ur smile 
After ur drastic change they’re all mine 
As u no longer need teeth 
Interred at the closin' in of the night, still 
Palpitate as I get them 
Palpitate! Sudden epilepsy that helps me find 
What bride enwombed behind sane and alive 
Maladies at hand guide me to 
The vigor to get treasures so hidden inside