Carnivorously Consumed Victim of Brutal Pulverisation
Entry gained by stealth
Belligerent blow, I crept up behind you
Axe-wrought opening, imbedded in your brain
Genitals harden at the thought of your pain
Scissors make a gash
Snip and slice, not surgically clean
Helpless laughter shakes me
As bibulous spasms rupture your spleen
The stomach contents I drain and keep
Stock for my cannibal soup
Butchering humans keeps me well fed
The clotted blood reminds me you're dead
Your body is my larder
But it's fun to play with your food
Seeking pleasure, I part your legs with a wrench
But gagging, turn and choke on the cat's-breath stench
