Closed Casket Requiem

The Black Dahlia Murder

dear diary, tonight will be our last

my hands are itching for razors

my angel, this knife shall carve thee wings

consumed by sickness, i ache to see your blood

the hour approaches when i shall lay a nest inside of you



sliced open i lay waste to my desires

sweet entrails are scooped onto the tile



and in my dreams i hold your head beneath the waves

after you've died, i kiss the nape of your porcelain neck

you enter me in death's perpetual embrace

skin tightens in the throes of lust



and in my dreams i cut your mouth from ear to ear

dissecting your angelic body in the quiet of your room

how splendidly i carve into your tender heart

shuddering between the sheets



for weeks i've watched you, perched above your sleeping form

as i caress your perfection

my angel, i'll tear your insides out

my mind is flooding, the marrow of your bones

i cannot subside 'til i have suckled every inch of you



your features now glazed in your own blood

my fingers find home amongst your guts



and in my dreams i hold your head beneath the waves

after you've died, i kiss the nape of your porcelain neck

you enter me in death's perpetual embrace

skin tightens in the throes of lust



and in my dreams i cut your mouth from ear to ear

dissecting your angelic body in the quiet of your room

how splendidly i carve into your tender heart

shuddering between the sheets



whisper your name as you awaken your throat gasps, your skin recoils

we shall be intertwined, entangled in our love

murder beckons as time stops with your voice



"i'll love you forever" -- and forever it shall be

the knives begin singing, they're weeping for your flesh



the pinnacle of obsession is clawing at the fibers of my mind

the rampant state of elation is heightened by the paleness of your cries

with a promise of absolution, my thoughts are tangled in my creations

with a promise of unequaled pleasure, reason is