I love the carnage, you see.
It is what attracts me.
The ebony being in my mind
Is with me all the time.

I feel every pulsation of gore in my veins
And I see very stain my Soul has obtained.
The sanguinous movement of it all,
Has me fit to laugh! A ball!

My murderous mind is mine!
Not thine!
It is my cutthroat soul you envy!
Stay away or you I will bury!

My marvelous melancholy macabre mind!
It holds genius of the darker kind!
I am Hades.
And I hold the lady Persephone in my craze.

The West Wind it winds
Much like my rhymes.
I laugh with despair
To see these words there.

Psychosis is my emotion!
I think purple is how I feel.
Peel my skin?
That’s absurd.

Marvelous Macabre Murderous HaHa