the evil within
isn't a sin
see my smile
wait for a while
just under your skin
see my evil grin
shall we begin
take you apart
where should I start
cutting every limb
your screams
my symphony
every note my whim
each sob a whimsical
little interlude
to the next crescendo
no time for secrets
and innuendo
my masterpiece awaits
as I fashion
my grotesque
from your flesh
to my visons I must attest
your pain sounding
as Mozart to thine
own ears
for many a year
I will work you my craft
so dear
upon chisel, scalpel, axe
mount you on display
eyes forever staring
challenging and daring
for into you
I placed much caring
each day I stare longing
silently belong
to my work so fair
caressing your silken hair
I wonder how long
you'll be there
as my heart starts
yearning
emptiness returning
missing the music
we once shared
turn and keep
on walking
wishing you were talking
returning upon
the cool night air
venture to the alleys
on art my heart
doth dally
oh when shall I
make my next
maiden fair
from them I'll take
their life
in the cool
night air
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