The Bloody Show...

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  
 
First Published On 4th Oct 2021 (Channeling the Wishmaster, Hannibal, Lizzie Borden, Candyman)