Awakened from my drunken sleep
By singing from beneath my feet.
The Sanguine Nectar's bitter-sweet
Still courses through my veins.
Intoxicated, still I know
I'm all alone inside my home,
So where that quiet voice's tone
Is from I cannot name.

I pull myself from off the floor
And stumble over to the door.
The tile's slick with crimson gore,
My stride unsteady still.
Open cuts across my chest
Are deep and long, a ****** mess.
My body burns and pains me, yes,
But I've yet time to ****.

The trail of blood leads down the stairs
Into my unlit basement where
The singing fills the vapid air
And chills run down my spine.
A song so sweet it captures me
In bonds of soft melancholy.
I scour the basement space to see
A trunk of leathered pine.

The sound is coming from inside.
It's locked, no key, and so I pry.
I rip it open and I find
It's stuffed with body parts:
Limbless torsos, hollowed heads,
A mask of human leather, legs.
I dig and find beneath the dregs
A piece of precious art.

The song that has me so enticed
Plays on a loop on some device.
She poured her heart out slice by slice:
"Oh god! Please, let it end!"
Recalling what my muddled daze
Stripped from my memory, I can taste
The grisly mist made from my blade
Ripping 'gainst her skin.

Across the room a body's strewn
Over the chair; a lovely view
Accompanies the splendid tune
That captivates my ears.
She lies there cold and motionless
And wears a long and flowy dress
That's dyed deep red from neck to breast,
Her makeup warped from tears.

The skin is white as porcelain,
Her limbs disjointed from within.
The sightless maiden's bathed in sins
For which she must atone.
My dripping wounds make evident
The night before my flesh she rent.
This savage *****'s vile intent
Punished with broken bones.

The fun we had memorialized
By the trophy that before me lies.
Although, I fear I've ruined the eyes,
So I tear them from their sockets.
In her beauty here I bask.
To make this night yet longer last,
I pull my leather masquerade mask
Out of the trunk and lock it.

I'm taken by my masterpiece.
I ask for one last dance but she
No longer has a tongue to speak.
I take her by the hand
And pull her up onto her feet,
And to the haunting melody
We're dancing cheek to ****** cheek;
A devil's wonderland.

Our final waltz is now complete.
I dip her down and kiss her cheek,
Into her neck I sink my teeth
And chew the fleshy morsel.
Our time together, brief, but fun
Must end now with the rising sun.
I won't forget you, feisty one...
Perhaps I'll keep your skull.

I take a knife and so begin
To flay her and peel back the skin.
With every dislocated limb
The tissue's pulled apart.
With an axe I cut to chunks
The pieces of this lifeless lump.
The head's removed from the neck stump
And then I steal her heart.

A night of horrors, lust and pain
Drives deep the urge that must explain
The violent surges, dirge, insane.
A symphony of choices
Leads to this final libation,
One last sip, inebriation.
Rejoice and drink in celebration
Sequestered little voices.