I paint the hall red

As the flickering lights turn on and off

In my hands a limp body

Silence broken only by his simple cough

Roses begin to seep out his mouth

His eyes a loud ruby garden

Skin begins to lose its luster

When compared to this worldly torment

My hands tremble

As I slowly begin to unbutton his clothes

In my hand a saw

Soon in my hand a bloody nose

A simple collection

Of body parts from my past lovers

This should be the fourth time

Where I've kept what people bury under

Screams fill my ears

Louder and soon they'll fill the hall

Music to my soul

A simple melody to a murderer's ball