Crimson Fingers - Written by Robert Chaney

Droplets of crimson fall from his fingers,

The craving hunger for death still lingers

Ghostly pale skin tainted with sin

With only the shadows to call his kin

Shredded limbs and contorted faces

Torn breasts and eyes gouged with laces

Night cloaks the horrific display

His tortured collection of untold dismay

Forever their beauty concealed in his room

The unheard screams as they reached their doom

Trapped in a nightmare of murderous dreams

Their angst-ridden souls muffled with screams

Their bodies once bought for sexual pleasures

His madness pushed them to horrendous measures

With one last look at his prized corpse dolls

He closes the door ignoring their calls

He goes to hunt for his current affection

To add her to his perfect collection