Have you ever wanted to kill someone?
Have their blood splatter warmly against your cold skin.
Taste their fear as they panic? It’s tangible, fear, like an ethereal delicacy.
Hear that delicious scream resonate from curled, cracking lips?

Cut her deeper, drain the life
Pull back and stab, then lick the knife
Dice her up, clean off with rags
Stuff her pieces into candy bags

Take remains, if any be
Bury under neighbors tree
Rouse police, misinform
The neighbors framed, pretend to mourn.

No one ever has to know
Of grim terrors from long ago
If anyone should find her first
Repeat again, these acts of rage, as if a thirst…

To quench this thirst we drink the blood
And next will come a cooking pot.
Disembowel the dead again
And throw them in the frying pan
Till finally Death smiles and it ends.