Sanguine Verses (...of Extirpation)

A darkened room re-opening at the stroke of twelve
Grim cascades of light construct a blurry image
The fridge-cage opens serving a putrid stiff
Rusted will serve up the casual plat du jour

Amputate limbs, Delicatessen in extremis
There is no taste, like human rostbeef, haute-cuisine

Savoring every chunk that slides down the esophagus
Feasting on man I survive reluctant and digestive

Sanguine, my culinary addiction
Just doing my part in depopulation

Another day, another night to rob the morgue
Retrieving chunks to stew what i adore
Exhuming chunks to flavor the casserole
I'm the grand chef brewing a new brand of food

Feasting in man I survive, reluctant, and digestive
Your relatives, I shove down my throat
Feeding of hate, preying on man, cannibalism with a cause

Little lumps of meat - Adoring the flesh I eat
The dead no longer alone - In my belly to serve a better cause