Dead Dollies

He slips the noose around her slender neck Cloaked and masked with heavy breath He can't help but be obsessed All the dolls hangin' around - pretty little lies that make not a sound The poison of passion imagined as they are undressed. The dead in their eyes is magnificent Ivory skin - chill to win Realm of the dark, lips apart, he just has to do it - again and again The equinox of evil with the essence of sin Is it vanity or insanity - his dressing up to lure them in Disquiet Devilry and a sip of gin and the perplexity of the evil twin. The morbid beauty of death and dying The lovelies I have twirling in the twilight Death has changed my life - the quiet peace holds the ladies and - I tight The divinity of debauchery - death is not treachery It's like an estuary of decadent innocence. Dainty damsels dangling Breathless but fabulous Envisioning slitting their throats as if they were flowers Heinous and horrific the macabre abounds A carousel of corpses, a ballet of cadavers, a symphony of death Dazzling The eloquence of the end-of-life - exquisite and eternal His masterpiece just hang'in around.....