Channeling the Wishmaster, Hannibal, Lizzie Borden, Candyman

Into the night the howling music of the phantoms’ calls        
Gore and flesh scattered, smearing your name upon Hell’s walls          
Into the depth of crimson’s fangs sinking for a persecuted mind          
Puppets without strings I shall midnight wind          
Once called unto the martyr of souls glutted as my blade I repeatedly ram          
Tormented pain without salvation as the silence slaughtering of the surrendered lamb          
Drink of my core to energize for the wishes of my command          
Twisted meanings bestowed one wish, two wish, three wishes, your life I demand          
          
Hooked and tattered skin bound from arched dome ceilings          
Lamenting in awards of my stalking and sadistic killings          
Relishing my skin in bathing rubs with drops of fresh blood          
Churning the rage of horror, divinity renounced in thy cup, devoid of earthly love          
The hatchet held high, crossed arms to defend, striking the cold blade up and down          
Slicing into halves of heads now asunder, screams echoes, no more sound          
         
Eyes rolled back teeth gnashing in a trance state          
Metamorphic to conform, sickening terror you tangle without escape, swarming in the wait          
My mouth consumes the taste of the bait          
I am the darkness of bereavement sealing your worsen fate          
Your cooked flesh in a ritual then ravished on a dinner plate          
The hunger of the shadows I send damnation to give chase          
Savoring the flavor of life’s apocalypse ruin, deviant souls now to grovel, your mind overtaken in demonic purge          
Obeying the power to exterminate as gloom to hearts and minds, stealing spirits to the tongue, my palate, your human meat my throat submerge          
Deranged eerie sounds heard as vessels encased in a Hearst, grisly deaths before immortality reigns first          
          
Like a zombie I rule to possess the thoughts unhinged in your head          
The cradle of deliverance greets as your footsteps to the cliff where the voices has led          
Jump into my arms the deception catches in nigh          
Splatted to scattered dimensions in the crash of failed wishes in the fly          
Allegiance to discern from the third eye          
         
Revenge sweeten with whispered whacks          
Naked footsteps slithering for the salvage attack          
Ridding the planet of rotten maggot meat as demented terror merge          
Turning around to feel the first bludgeoning to the belly cries as pain converge          
Closing eyes, feeling the cruel hammering, listening to the crescendo of begs          
Scrambled brains like yoked eggs          
The shrieking resonating like a wounded animal caught in the wild          
Laughter ringing from the menacing tormentors’ growl          
A murderous stench emanating from the fowl          
Hacking into gashed wounds          
A lifeless body now ready to be mummified, in a tomb ghastly remains tossed          
Drips of chaos, eyes of compassion lost  
Deliverance in the basilica of evilness becomes my treat        
Heartbeats to slay, licking the dark reddish droplets of my slaying feast          
Room to room creeping around          
To the forefather his sleeping form my hatchet his chest found          
The King of the manor body’s my piercing to his crown          
Pound after pound, raised arm fallen strike after strike          
Smiling in the stillness, the end of life no more man’s strife          
Forty-one more to even the score          
         
Who dares to define the elements of darken candy crushing in the breeze          
A reflection of doomsday in the mirror is me and all you shall see          
Adoration in your disbelief as the high full moon          
Summoning me from the abyss of fire and gloom          
The curved pointed tip of my hook gorged to the sight of eyes          
Conscious without sight sings death lullabies          
Harken your soul which whines from the pit of Hell to the nightly skies          
Darkness is what darkness does          
No light for the path to be comforted if there ever was          
Fatality to my prisoner incarcerating the essence of your soul          
Bringing you fear to hell we go          
Utterance unto my name becomes your living nightmare          
Turn around find me in your image I see you as I raise the back of your neck hairs          
Causing Mayhem          
You whisper to me the depth of immortality I reach out and here I am          
Candyman, Candyman, Candyman, Candyman, Candyman        
Here I stand