Deep into the dark of night
I sneak into the cemetery
Shovel in hand, I begin my search
For the loosest dirt in the freshest grave
The best place to shop for my new decor
Awhile I wander until it catches my eye
The place with soil recently disturbed
The blade repeatedly pierces the ground
The anticipation has my stomach in knots
Dig
Deep
Seeing the freshly buried puts a grin on my face
Hauling the stiff back to my shed to begin my work
Filet off all the flesh to tan it into leather
Hack off the limbs to turn them into furniture
My meticulous eye sees how use the pieces
Toil until the dawn's first light appears
But my excitement keeps me motivated
My home will be immaculate
Gore
Decor
Macabre
Beauty
The arms and legs fashioned into lamps
From the skin I made the shades and upholstered a chair
The belt I've made of nipples is now big enough to wear
You're forever a part of my abode
I love what you've done with the place
Peace of mind from completing my project
Now I can rest and relax for awhile
Until I have a spark of inspiration