I had a strange dream last night
You were the main focus.
It was full of myth
And hocus pocus.

Blood was flowing from your neck.
And I just stood there and laughed.
As I brought the blood stained axe above my head
And cut your leg in half.

The Vampiress came to observe,
As did the Filthy God.
And both of them brought some neat toys
Like chains and long sharp rods.

Well on and on all through this eve,
The Vamp the God and I tortured you.
Why, we hurt you so much that
Some of your wounds began to turn blue.

Now it was off with your limbs,
And out with your heart.
We sewed you together,
After we took you apart.

While all this was going on,
A thought came to me.
Why was it that
I was doing this to thee?

Was it because it was you, too
Who tore me limb from limb?
And then I thought: “If I
Should suffer, then why not him?”

So after the reassembly
And more torturous deeds
We decided to act out
A few sexual needs.

Necrophilia was played
For though we despise.
There was a mesmorising look
Inside your darkened eyes.

That drew us inside
And entrapped us within.
Like a serpant out for prey.
Your eyes were slithering.

Well with the newly owned magic
Between us three.
We brought you back to life,
In order to find sanctity.

Well you were nearly dead.
And I was filled with joy.
Even though.
You were just a boy.

And I was awoken.
By an odd sound.
But when I woke up.
Nothing was around.

The only recognizable
Thing in this while.
Was the thing sitting on my face.
A huge grinning smile.

The thought of you hanging.
Or the sight of you dead.
Brings cheer inside.
My malicious head..