Diary of a Lover Gone Mad
Blood on my walls fall down with the rain
Twelve years and my conscience has driven me insane
The smell of rotted flesh scurries past my skin
Twelve years come and go; still alone in my sin
She was beautiful and all of just eight years old
Wouldn't let me take her outside at night for a lovers stroll
On top of her precious body I moved in rhythmic time
Hush hush darling don't tell these parents of you and I
She bled and cried and wouldnt stop screaming
So I slit open her kneck and filled it with semen
If only she would have allowed herself to make love to a man like me
But instead she chose to be buried in my seed
Now nobody knows of the whereabouts of the golden haired child
Locked in my cellar, perfect, still and tamed of her wild
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