The Tapete Party

The Tapete Party

I was born in a dungeon, shrouded in black.
Terror and fear flew around me like bats.
Stone walls plastered in blood, gave me a thrill and sealed
My fate of murder and good taste, a killer I am.
Years slithered by like snakes in a pit, soon
Purgatory released, my quest began.
At twenty nine years to the date, another birthday came.
Razor blade in hand, black filed teeth grinned.
Thawing like ice, your blood i'll drink.
Your yells and screams, those hideous sounds, music to my ears.
As I stalk and persue you like a child on a merry-go-round
Noose, garrot, or blade i'll use to make priceless bloody pictures out of your blood.
Dareing you to run, try to flee the fate that
I Tapete will take for my pleasure and joy.
Last but not least, your skin carved from the bones,
Left to dry on hot sun baked stones until it burns.
Devoured raw muscle will satisfy my taste
I'll drink your blood and taste the wine exhaling the sweet scent that once lived inside of you.
Exhilerating,I find a craving for more as
I open my mouth, savoring the dripping red ooze on my
Flesh,
I ntoxicating, closing my eyes
Weapon, my razor blade as it caresses my tongue.
All this! yet it isn't enough when I open my eyes, I
Notice another as vulnurable as you. I the great
Tapete get to my feet, following
The black raven flying over my head, bloody lips grin again.
Oh! the pleasures I seek, just like a birthday present......

Its my party and i'll die if I want to
(Or so to speak)