The Dark Angel's Song

I like it better when I can hear you scream

When my teeth are shredding your flesh

I enjoy it more when u try to escape

When you twist, and turn, and thresh

Your succulent heart pumps the thick juice that I desire

I can almost taste the warm moist liquid while I lick my lips

My breathing increases when I imagine ripping into your soft membrane

As I hold your quivering body in my tight grips

Oh! the way your skin peels so easily off

The way your hair softly falls on to my lap

Your lips parted open as if you are about to shriek

How easily you fell into this delicious trap.

Your bones are so crunchy and thick in my mouth

Your eyes so soft and chewy

I bite into your brain and the juices drip down the side of my mouth

Its texture so smooth and gooey

I savor the feeling of digging my calloused hands into your thick fat

A smile forms on my lips as I remember your cries and howls

While I pluck away every hair on your crispy skull

I can hear Satan’s pleased snickers and growls

When your body goes cold and most of you has been digested

I throw away your remains in the well at the end of the dark street

Dressed from head to toe in a black mourning gown

I walk silently back into my apartment suite

  I am your neighbor, your friend, your colleague

You tell me secrets and talk to me everyday

But never could you see what I truly wish

Until in my well, you rot and decay