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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 whore'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.
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Jan 1, 2020
Jan 1, 2020 at 11:38 AM UTC
Devil's Wonderland
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 whore'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.
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Jan 1, 2020
Jan 1, 2020 at 11:38 AM UTC
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