Itty Bitty Pieces

All the pus, pours through her nose

In even flows

To experience the taste is all I know

Down the hatch it goes

Rotting femurs, gurgling guts

Fill my conscience with vicious lust

Turn your bones into dust

Flay your skin into mush

Turn your bones into dust

Flay your skin into mush

Cut you up into itty bitty pieces

I'll save you for lunch

For lunch

Slave to the scalpel

Blood on my hands

Remains scattered lifeless

On my nightstand

Gagging

Dissecting, you