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