The harrowing

The first corpse was mere happenstance
But the second was no accident
The end soon followed pitiably
Choking out curses 'til his life was spent

​Each morrow the kill comes easier
Murder grown precise
Axphyxiated bodies bear testament
To your mastery of this most deadly device

A corpse is but a corpse
How they are obtained, is not my concern
So long as they come to my door

With coppers o'er blind eyes
Like the one you've turned

Death is the last fact of life
Scrawled out by dissecting knives

As I'm taking your life

You won't survive the harrowing

So gasp your last breath as you choke
Incomprehension, of life's final joke

At the end of your rope

Now your hope is narrowing
You won't survive the harrowing

At first I felt revulsion
Which then gave way to fear
Finally came apathy
And at last I came to see things clearly

A reaver that hunts by gaslight
The stranglehold comes grim and cold
But your wallet filled with notes and coins
Weighs more 'pon you, ​t​hen all of the dead you have sold

A corpse is but a corpse
How they are obtained, is not my concern
So long as they come to my door

​With coppers o'er blind eyes
Like the one you've turned

Death is the last fact of life
Scrawled out by dissecting knives

​As I'm taking your life

​You won't survive the harrowing

​So gasp your last breath as you choke
Incomprehension, of life's final joke

At the end of your rope

​Now your hope is narrowing
Death is overpowering
You won't survive the harrowing

Death is the last act of life
Post-scripted by dissecting knives

To which I'm giving your life

You won't survive the harrowing

Gasp your last breath as you choke
Incomprehension, of life's final joke

At the end of your rope

​Now your hope is narrowing
Death is overpowering
Life's but time you're borrowing
You won't survive the harrowing