Requiem
Black Dahlia Lyrics

Dear diary, tonight will be our last
The singer intends to commit murder, and this will be the final day before the act.

My hands are itching for razors
The singer is feeling the urge to kill, and their hands seem to be searching for a weapon to carry out the act.

My angel, this knife shall carve thee wings
The singer praises the victim as an angelic figure, but it is with the same knife that they plan to harm them.

Consumed by sickness, I ache to see your blood
The artist is overwhelmed by a twisted desire to shed the victim's blood, despite the sickness of their own mind.

The hour approaches when I shall lay a nest inside of you
The artist is waiting for the right time to perform the violent act they have planned and is thinking about the bodily fluids involved.

Sliced open I lay waste to my desires
The singer describes the act of cutting open the victim's body as a way to satisfy their own dark desires.

Sweet entrails are scooped onto the tile
The singer details graphically how they have cut open the victim's body, and the organs are spilling onto the floor.

And in my dreams I hold your head beneath the waves
The artist dreams of killing the victim in various ways, including holding their head underwater.

After you've died, I kiss the nape of your porcelain neck
The artist fantasizes about the intimacy they will have with the victim's dead body.

You enter me in death's perpetual embrace
The artist feels that by killing the victim, they will somehow be joined in death and be in a never-ending embrace.

Skin tightens in the throes of lust
The singer is aroused by the idea of killing the victim, and the tension in their skin increases as a result.

And in my dreams I cut your mouth from ear to ear
The artist has violent fantasies about cutting open the victim's mouth from one ear to the other.

Dissecting your angelic body in the quiet of your room
The singer takes pleasure in planning and carrying out the murder in a private setting.

How splendidly I carve into your tender heart
The singer takes pride in the precision of their actions and how they have violently carved the victim's heart.

Shuddering between the sheets
The singer is sexually aroused by the thought of the murder they have committed.

For weeks I've watched you, perched above your sleeping form As I caress your perfection My angel, I'll tear your insides out My mind is flooding, the marrow of your bones I cannot subside 'til I have suckled every inch of you
The artist has been obsessively stalking the victim for weeks, and the intense desire to consume the victim is driving them to violent extremes.

Your features now glazed in your own blood My fingers find home amongst your guts
The victim's blood has coated their face, and the artist is enjoying the sensation of holding and touching the victim's organs.

Whisper your name as you awaken your throat gasps, your skin recoils We shall be intertwined, entangled in our love Murder beckons as time stops with your voice
The singer imagines the victim's last moments before they die, contorting in agony and calling out to the singer as they commit a horrific act of violence.

"I'll love you forever" -- and forever it shall be The knives begin singing, they're weeping for your flesh
The singer is responding to the victim telling them they will love them forever, as the singer knows they will always be remembered in infamy. The knives, tools of the murder, are both musical and sorrowful.

The pinnacle of obsession is clawing at the fibers of my mind The rampant state of elation is heightened by the paleness of your cries With a promise of absolution, my thoughts are tangled in my creations With a promise of unequaled pleasure, reason is twisting The knives are crooning for this perfect end
The artist's obsession and high level of elation leads to a creative passion for performing the murder, they can only think of the violence at hand as a form of salvation.

I feel the fibers stretch and tear Unbridled climax is achieved I've waited so long for this moment The euphoric act of suicide -- suicide!
The artist reaches a twisted climax during the act of murder and describes the act as a form of euphoric suicide, rather than a murder.