Bedside Homicide

A Mental Bent All Frame Of Thought
 
Wrought Of Iron Rusted Red Blood  
 
Upon A Bed Found Wanting Dead
 
And Lacking The Spoken Words Said
 
Lips Cracking With Nerve Wracking
 
Guttural Speech Beyond The Reach  
 
Of Understanding Still Demanding
 
And Heard As Human Heart Beseeched
 
As Eyes Veiled Thin Within Face Paled  
 
Perceived The Sin Of Skin Hard Nailed
 
To Frame Impaled Yet Mind Unassailed
 
With Guilt Of What Spilt As Voice Did Wail
 
Torn Asunder In Darkened Wonder Flesh
 
Once Warm And Soft To The Touch Presents
 
Without Relent An Image Death's Privilege
 
Hands On Silent Chest In Prayerful Clutch
 
Raven's Craw Calls Through Window Dim  
 
As Morrigan's Threesome Shadow Within
 
Casts Upon Corpse Long Rigid Composed
 
Done With It's Dance In Midst Of Death Throes
 
Done With What Sad Life It Had In This Realm  
 
Sensate And Living Now Ghostly Overwhelmed
 
I Raise Black Handle Knife And Lick Silver Blade
 
And Sing My Dark Dirge As Thru Room Now Light Fades