Apartment 213

He moved to Milwaukee, kept quiet, kept still

Worked the night shift, lived up on the hill

“Just a quiet man,” the neighbors would say

But horrors were hiding just inches away

He lured them in with a drink and a smile

Said, “I just wanna take your picture awhile.”

But the lens was a lie, and the door locked tight

They never made it out into the night

In Apartment 213, the silence would scream

Where the walls held secrets and broken dreams

He said, “I was creating a shrine of men.”

A house of bones where time wouldn't bend

He told the police with a chilling tone,

"I wanted to keep them... I didn’t want them to leave me alone."

He drilled into skulls, tried to make them obey

Tried to make love stand, but it all slipped away

Fourteen boys, and more by his hand

From Ohio roots to a blood-soaked land

He kept the heads, the hearts in jars

Photographs lined up like prison bars

“I knew it was wrong,” he said with a shrug

As if his soul had been swept under the rug

“It was a compulsion, a need I couldn’t fight,”

He fed on the silence, he hunted at night

In Apartment 213, the devil made tea

With bleach in the air and a morbid recipe

“I was trying to hold on to someone near,”

But he built a tomb made of terror and fear

Now the building’s gone, they tore it down

No stone left to mark that blood-stained ground

But the names remain, they whisper and cry

While Jeffrey sits still, where monsters lie