she reads to me by the soft glow of candlelight speaking of angels and demons instilled at such an early age with such fright were these divine gifts of reason i lie awake as her ghost it still walks through the halls and moves all around me echoing warnings burned into me as a child that the sinner will pay with his life sheltered in filth the windows they all bleed black to hide such dementia inside of my mind or the mind that i seem to lack no one pays close attention i lie awake and i think of the simpler times before insanity found me with a desire to unearth the dead in the night making me feel so alive and now a part of me feels complete when i butcher these bodies trophies of skin they fall at my feet all decaying and rotting sick pleasures fulfilled to me every time i bring home a new slave mother said lost souls should all be saved cept from a madman and his empty graves screams to me by the top of her lungs in my dreams like i m no more than a devil as this hatred grows i sorely feel a need that starts here with my shovel prying open the lid i can still see her face etched in my eyes here forever i ll take you to my depths and there i will desecrate it s got to be now or be never and now a part of me feels complete when i butcher these bodies trophies of skin they fall at my feet all decaying and rotting sick pleasures fulfilled to me every time i bring home a new slave mother said lost souls should all be saved cept from a madman and his empty graves it s got to be now now or never it s got to be now now or never it s got to be now now or never it s got to be now now or never