I touch - her alabaster skin,
My eyes consume this sin,
She radiates beauty and grace,
My fingers - o'er her curves I trace,
She smiles, as if her heart were beating still,
Crimson drips of blood run out and overfill,
She beckons me into the unknown,
An absent place she now calls home.
Her disfigured corpse, estranged in the blood pool,
Sparks caress through my core in shocking joules,
I shutter in horror and with great delight,
Struggling, to take out this longing, to fight,
But it confiscates my being like a liquid flood,
I find myself useless to deny, lost in the scud.
An infecticious desire I try to hide away,
The secrets of my soul, locked within, my decay.
Lost and given up, into - my darkest hour
Overcome and consume - I hold no power
Twisted and vile, yet no shame here
I have no feelings, I am what I fear.
My utmost wish, to be forgotten,
Left unseen, abhorred and rotten.
Do not know me now and in my ways,
Turn your head back from my darkest days.
Look not unto my face or see me here,
As I covet this knife and long for with fear.
The coolness of her face and hair,
Lain against her shoulders so bare,
I cut into her soul with a hacking stroke,
Sever the spine through the lungs all broke,
The feel of blood coagulated and grown cold,
Pleases and comforts like a comrade of old.
Separate the pieces and pull apart,
Reconstruct and scatter in a work of art.
Her body and flesh, my hunger and lustful friend,
Violated continuously without end.
My passion is pleased, for now at least,
Slowly I retract and chain the beast.
Curtailing my blood with its stench full sin,
Peering out through my eyes not my own,
Silent and waiting, my body its home.
Lost and overtaken by my darkest hour
Yet I feel no shame and do not cower
Knowing the wrong I've done and choosing it still
I can because I know, it is myself I kill.
I plunge my soul into the depths of hell itself,
So I may at last kill this thing inside myself.
The body broken in pieces is mine,
I destroy myself, with death I intwine,
My horror and corruption is too great for me to bear,
I can no longer take the human's blank stare.
Do not look upon me in my darkest hour,
My evil has hidden me in the shadow's tower.
Turn your mind and do not even acknowledge my existence,
Stream out the memory, and be sure to keep your distance.
Save yourself, to these demons do not bow,
Hide your eyes away and do not know me now.
No one can save me, still over the earth I scour,
No escape is found, lost to myself - my darkest hour.
