The cannibal in me has finally been released,
no one is bound to be left relieved.

I feed on humans souls rather than on their flesh,
Its not easy though since it creates a lot of mess.

How you may ask?
Its because my job is to dig and eat what lies behind ones mask.

Still confused?
I am too, sometimes your confusion is my only muse

Don't try too hard to hide away from me,
I can sense your fear almost instantly.

Although you should know one thing,
I only feed on those who feel they're suffocating
Those with no love to bring,
those who just cut of the strings
those with a different behavior
they come to me sometimes thinking i'm their savior.

I pity them to the point they disgust me now
but for them to hide their fear of me i won't allow
so i got used to the habit of threatening
but their ways of leaving me to history seems unending.

This shall continue ...

There once was a man
Who loved flan
It was his favorite treat
Oh,how it taste so sweet
With a side of  **human meat

He is beyond intimate
With the texture of fresh human meats
How it feels
How it slaughters
How it stretches against his sharp blade
A godlike penchant
For the curves of red blood cells
And the metallic taste of crimson spray
And now
As he takes your doe-eyed life
And wears your dying heart on his sleeves
He will know all your secrets
And none of your regrets
As he fuses with your thoughts
And makes them
His
Own.

I invited the kids from school
To join me for a treat
I hung them from the basement ceiling
And cut off all their feet
I cooked the rest into a broth
And laughed at their defeat
I just wanted to be like everyone else
They say you are what you eat