A threatening presence still wanders my mind.
Roaming bleak Corridoors of horror Defined.
Nightmarish figure avoiding
All Sight Strangely enticing in its own right!

Memories of my past murders,leaving me wanting,
And writhing In the cold
This prison Surrounding,
Built of old stone and Covered with wet mould.

A ghost in the darkness I am,
A ghost, before the light!
A ghost in the darkness I am,
A ghost, before the dimming light!

Awaiting my hanging to come, the punishment to tease me
The noose to be fastened tight round my neck,
Will I rot Before the gallows drop?

My mind running to the gallows, where the drop awaits
The Air Is good for nothing

A ghost in the darkness I am,
A ghost, before the light!
A ghost in the darkness I am,
A ghost, before the dimming light!

During Break
As the midnight fog enters, I choke, but
I am still alive!

My mind corrupt, drowning in a fog of depravity and silence
This long rope tightens tighter round my throat!
My body lies still, yet superstition remains!

Suddenly, one last hatefilled outcry!
Your daughters sobbed And wept!

I see a young woman, writhing before me.
Her white dress, covered in blood.
The wilted moon, exposes this jaded scene.
She approaches, hand in reach, I pray to feel complete.

One night, as I rested my eyes,
These thoughts are haunting.
Delving deeper, into my mind
Shocked by tremendous horror, that I find!

Masked by the silence in me,
Immense, the blackened sky,
Disfigured by death in life,
The We hatches from the I!

Drawing blood from every sight
I feel the need for gore!
An obscure end is far from near,
Why must this desire for pain grow?

This night, as I lay her down to die,
These thoughts are haunting...

"Murder"- They screamed!
My Mistress' corpse lay there before me!
Her porcelain face, left me with a smile.

Blood drenched; my footsteps are wet with her life.
Fearful; I flee and escape my known consequence.
Her eyes, so lifeless, as I recall in my mind.
Yet, I regret none of my cursed thoughts!
Cursed thoughts...

I can see the light draining from her eyes,
Her ghostly shape arose before me!
Overwhelmed by this horrific sight,
My mind collapses once more into the...

?Sanctuary in my mind; release from all truth.
Repeating tragedy from which I cannot refrain.
Now the thought of her is one
More thought to haunt my mind!
Haunt my mind...

The first is always most remembered!
They're sure to hunt me for spilling her blood!

I can see the light draining from her eyes,
A ghostly shape arose before me!
Overwhelmed by this horrific sight,
My mind collapses once more!

..A Porcelain Mistress..

An opportunity presented, one fateful night.
No time was wasted, just target in plain sight.
Fourty-nine stab wounds, each with more delight.
Acts of most horror, bathed in quicksilver moonlight!
Quicksilver moonlight...

Guided by an unseen hand.
A primeval force, took hold of me.
Driven by ghostly rage.
My blood burned for violence... Murder.
None stood, in my wake.
Demonic possession.
I delivered my foes to the Boatman.
My payment, almost... Complete.

Let me die, erase these memories,
Release me from this hell, let me forget.

Their blood runs down my face,
Their mangled corpses lie before me.
A fearful sight most grim;
The most fitting end; their light grows dim.
The final thing they see;
The eyes of vengeance unfaltering
A puppet of the unseen world,
I become master of their fate.

Let me die, erase these memories,
Release me from this hell, let me forget.

My screams deep set inside
My mind cannot hope to free.
And for their sins,
They will repent.

Let me die, erase these memories,
Release me from this hell, let me forget.

Oh what have I done?!
My nightmarish curse claims another and their bloodhunt has begun!
Horrific composition built of murder, haunting me from within.
This most gruesome thought; now a trembling sight,
The last of my mistress left dead in the night!

Cruel and sudden; no pause for thought.
Seize her by her soft, trembling throat.
I taste her salty stream of tears,
I am the manifestation of her earthly fears!

In her final whispers, she begs for her life.
I grant her satisfaction, from the rusted blade of my knife!

Caught in the reflection in her dying eyes,
Was the image of a man and his wife!
For fear of death, they tremble before me.
Suddenly; they flee, the only witnesses to my crime!

Now I must hide, for I have been identified,
My face, an image now carved into their mind!

Oh, I will not painfully repent;
Oh, not when these threatenings can rest so innocent.

Oh; I am the great darkness!
Slaughterer of all that is pure
For I live to hear their spoken cries,
And smile to hear their moan!

Withered by her curse!
My mistress!

From death be born; before my country, I am to hang,
I am the scourge unto the earth. Forever terrors will circle my grave!