Wearing Somebody's Skin

Serial Killer Ed Gein inspired this poem.

I want to wear somebody's skin

My God, my mother, my love told me it was possible

Underground she said I could find the perfect skin to use

Because when no blood is flowing through the body it won't be a mess

Out in the night I would go

In dark clothes and shadows were my disguise

Once I reached the cemetery

The gates I would climb

My God, my mother, my love would lead me to a fresh covered grave

On the tombstone was the word mother

Was this a sign?

A way for my mother to be born again?

So with my shovel I would crack the surface

And dig down deep until I would hear the solid thud

In no time I would have the casket open

To reveal a beautiful middle-aged woman

On my shoulder she would go

And I would carry her back to my home

There sitting in a chair on the porch was my God, my mother, my love

With a big smile on her face

To the shed I would go and do my deed

Once it was done, I would crawl to my bed to sleep

Then once darkness came again

To the shed I would go

With the woman's skin as my costume I became her

And out in the yard I would dance

I would dance with my God, my mother, my love

And we would dance all night